I have friends who are putting out successful books faster than I can run. Well, if you look at my pace lately, I’m not going very fast, but they are. When I see an email that says they're releasing the “next in the series,” I let out a heavy sigh and wonder why I'm so slow. My runner friends pass me up, too, and I wonder why I can't run as fast as them.
Am I just failing to move my big rocks forward. You know those big projects that seem overwhelming unless you tackle them daily. Or, maybe I never get around to eating the frog. That’s the big thing you dread every day so you put it off. In reality, if you did the thing you dreaded the first thing in the morning, then the rest of the day, you'd be swimming in sunshine.
I don’t know why I’m slow, why I fail to move my rocks, or why I put off eating the frog. I didn’t use to be slow. I could send cards flying around the bridge table faster than any other dealer. I could also clean a kitchen after a big meal quicker than anyone I knew, and I could get projects completed and out the door hours or days before the deadline, But now that I’m 62, well, I’m just slowing down. It may be the natural order of things or perhaps it’s just that I’m tired of moving fast and I'm finally enjoying the absence of deadlines and "must-dos."
"Whoa, there a minute, Miss Kathy. Have you forgotten the 26.2 miles you plan to run in September or the book you intend to release? Sounds to me like you’ve got two hefty deadlines."
Okay, maybe I do. If I stopped comparing myself to other writers I would see that my production fits me like an old wine skin, and my pace fits with my experience and age.
So what if I’m not as fast as I use to be, or as fast as I want to be? What’s important is that I finish because that's what it’s all about—finishing.
What rocks have you failed to move forward? Is there a big, fat frog waiting for you each morning? If so, perhaps today is the day you’ll get it done. Join me in the rock quarry and we'll chip away together.
Happy writing and running, Kathy