I’ve been guilty of setting high expectations for myself throughout my life. Things like, if I work my butt off this year, I will show my boss I deserve that raise. Then, when I do my part and the other party doesn’t quite live up to their end of the bargain, I’m disappointed and frustrated. Usually when that happened (in the past) I started looking elsewhere.
Let me tell you, moving jobs really sucks, even when you only do it every four or five years.
The same has been true of my writing journey.
If I write good stuff, am friendly, promote others and help out where and when I can, surely good things will happen, won’t they? Except, I’m not patient by nature and the good things take time.
By now, I have learned my lesson regarding moving on. Writing is what I want to do. The people I am connected to are the people I want to be around. Sure, things are moving as quickly as I would like, but everything worth having is worth working and waiting for.
It makes motivation a little more difficult to find, but I have to keep reminding myself of how far I’ve come. I also have to keep reminding myself of the commitments I’ve made to my publishers and, more importantly, to my readers.
Now to apply nose back to grindstone.