It’s a weaving road, this writing journey. There are no markers, or signs, that I’m getting close to the end. Instead, I feel like I’m trapped in a forest, I’ve lost my compass (which is double fun for me because I don’t know how to use one!) and I keep passing the same dead tree, over and over again. It’s the only sign, that I’m going nowhere.
I’ve heard of various ways, writers have become successful. There are writers who have had a blog or Twitter feed go viral and from there, they secured a literary agent; some have written an article that got them noticed by those in the publishing word; finally, there are those who wrote a book and it became a Best Seller, either through traditional, or self-publishing.
I’m at a point now, where I’m not certain the method I’ve used in the past, is still working for me. It might be time to find out if there’s a better way to do things. Shall I take a course? Apply for an MFA? (Will they accept me?) Work on building a platform? Attend Writing Conferences? (Full-disclosure, I attended one recently, and it was wonderful just to be around other writers! That alone, might be worth it.) Or, dare I, self-publish my book?
I’m currently, still in a holding pattern, at least for the next few months. But while I’m waiting, I think I’ll learn how to read that compass. At least then, I’ll have a better chance of finding my way out of the forest.
If that doesn’t work for me, I’ll find another way. After all, I know there’s more than one path to success.