So after a rather unfitted job hire and surprising job offer and acceptance from both sides I spent a few years at the Prime Minister’s Office reporting to people whose life story I would have been more suited capturing in interview form. Or psychoanalyzing.
Shelf life is an insider’s look into what it takes to get the story from your favorite author’s laptop to your bookshelf. I’m currently trying to get a book deal. Let me tell you, it sucks. I’ve drank WAY too much coffee along the way (and I’m still really, on the way … or so I hope) but here’s what I learned so far:
- Set your own deadlines and stick to them. A blog a week for me was what I was going to do. So, I did it. For a year so far – May 10th is my blogversary! How does time fly? I’m actually kinda impressed with myself. Mini steps and mini goals.
- Persist, Persist, and Persist. Sure, I had….ummm HAVE good days and bad days and moments where I really miss the stability and certainty of my 9-to-5 (really a 9-to-3) job at the Prime Minister’s Office. Then I look down at what I’m wearing (typically torn jeans a tank top and Converse), look at my nail color (dependent on my mood like most other women), and remember that I am too much of a free spirit and a creative soul to be caged!
- Talk about what you’re doing. I started committing to what I was doing because I said I was doing it. Be the fat guy in the buffet line who tells people he’s on a diet. People love calling other people out and will wait for him to snatch up a greasy mini burger before asking how’s the diet going? DO NOT GIVE INTO YOUR CRAVINGS. These “cravings” for a writer are distractions. Don’t give into them.
- Find an amazing support group. Okay, one shoulder to cry, bitch and place all your self doubt on. I’m in love with my editor for that. She has my back and has quieted my fears and doubts and distracting conversations all along the way. She has really been an integral part of this journey. Almost as much as coffee. Okay, more. She makes me start off every Skype call with, “Hi. My name is Sara Sadik and I am a writer”. Fact.
- Take a minute and breathe. You got this. You chose to do this. Did Anne Lamott complain? Sure. But then she breathed, had a sip (bottle?) of wine and got on with it.
Feel free to get in touch if you’re an aspiring writer and would like to bitch, cry and embark on a journey of self doubt together. I’m always up for making new friends!