Following Your Dream

This year in my Facebook memories came up a post I made some five years ago. It was the AUDIBLE release of SNOWBALL. It was also around my mother’s birthday. It had been nine years then since she had passed, and her dedication to helping me become a good reader when I was young wasn’t lost on me.

That was then. Now, the fact that she didn’t live long enough to see me live doing my dream wasn’t lost on me. I can’t tell you how much her influence and death did or didn’t affect me. Just prior to her death, I had decided to go back to college, for an English degree.

That was not what I ended up initially studying. Sure it was a choice I had considered, on more than one occasion, but it wasn’t writing. It wasn’t a waste of time because I learned a lot, but it wasn’t me. It did give me confidence to go back to study creative writing briefly only to confirm for me, this is what I am meant to do.

It has been an interesting path to here. No regrets. This figuring out my writing process. How to get from idea to a publish story. Where and how to market. The details are the devil that can be slayed by persistence.

The first five years I felt so guilty, that this wasn’t really work. It is work that I love. It is all a process, even figuring out my own process of how to write, edit and publish. Do I have it all figure out? No. Am I doing it? Daily.

One thing I am more certain of today than I ever have been, you have to follow your dream, your way.