I’ve known writers who refused to celebrate the small successes in their career, holding out for the big one, ie publishing their book. And, while I’m not popping a cork for every little thing, I do think it’s important to take a moment to reward yourself for the little things, because let’s face it…the big one might never happen.
Last night I finished the second chapter of The Rapture Cafe. Rapture is the second book of The Rapture Chronicles and, while it’s technically complete, there are some major changes needed and a ton of polishing to be done. But finishing that second chapter is a big deal to me. See, Rapture was the book that started it all. Originally, it was the first book in the series, but after realizing that half the book (ugh, I know) was backstory, I said to myself, “Self,” I said (because that’s what I call me), “Self, I think we need to begin the series one book before Rapture.” And so The Roses of Carrion was born.
So anyway, I finished the second chapter (in all of its vampy glory) last night, sat back in my chair and smiled. It wasn’t a big celebration, but one I’ll never forget, because it felt so incredible to reach that point in this series. Oh sure, not three hours later I grouched that no one will ever represent me, let alone publish me (right before I dove into a vanilla cupcake with sprinkles), but at that moment, when my heart was racing and the little voice inside of me was silent, the world came together in a perfect pattern and I felt like a writer.
It felt great. And, though I’m certain that Dom Perignon will taste great someday, I’m keeping it corked for now.
But not forever.