Persist. Persevere. Overcome. Don’t give up. Don’t give in. Hang on.
Just looking at those terms wears me out, yet without struggle there is no victory.
My literary agent, Linda Glaz, understands this principle on a couple of different levels, and today she is sharing her discoveries.
I began writing when I was 42 years old. I was published at 62.
Okay, don’t let that discourage you. If anything, understand that any calling you honestly believe in, anything you truly long for, can be yours if you persist in working at it. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” Truer words were never spoken. So if I wrote six novels by the time I was 48 or so, what did I do for the next 14 years?
I studied the craft. I wrote more. I attended conferences. I met and began to work with the fine critique partners that I still have today. In other words, I stopped thinking my writing was the next best thing to ice cream and made the moves to learn what I should be doing to improve it.
When I weighed over 200 pounds, I knew I wouldn’t decide to be a healthier version of myself and BAM! I’d be healthier. I began to eat healthier. I started walking at the track…wait. That’s an understatement. I went to the track and stumbled around one lap, wheezing and coughing halfway through. Thought I was gonna die.
Then the next day, I did one lap in an almost upright position, breathing a hair (and I mean a hair) better. The next day easier…and the next…and the next. A week later, I did two laps, then three, then a whole mile. And I was breathing so much easier I could hardly believe it.
Half a year later, I was a much healthier version—down four sizes and feeling like a million bucks. No more sugary diet, and I didn’t miss it. A couple miles aren’t even a challenge anymore. How did I do it? Perseverance!
And writing is the same idea. One step, one lap at a time until the novel’s done. Until you’ve met your critique partners. Until you’ve found your agent. Until you have five books published and a contract for three more.
WOW! When did that happen?
Oh yeah, and somewhere along the line I became a literary agent, hopefully to encourage others to stick it out and make it to the finish line. Hmm, could it be that God helped me become a better agent by allowing me to make all the mistakes?
If you are a writer, truly a writer, you will have to write as surely as you have to breathe, because only then can you claim the title. Writing is a gift, one to be shared, and the only way to share it is to persevere, cross the finish line. Keep doing laps until you’re jogging/walking as many miles a day as you choose with each breath as fresh as the one before.
Perseverance! The only answer to all your questions.
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|Linda Glaz of Hartline Literary|