In the struggle to find words to share with you about my process of writing, I look no further than the day to day happenings of my life. First, the word expectations keeps popping up. I have expectations of myself and concern about what others will think.
Hold the tirade please, I know, I know, we aren't supposed to worry about what others think, I am familiar with the notion, but in the end, the risk I have taken to share my journey brings the beast around. I expressed this journey in faith, and, whether you realize it or not, I have a level of accountability in people having expectations that I will follow through with what I said (good). I can't give up. But, the faceless masses of my readers haunt me to finish faster (bad).
Fear of not doing well can paralyze, does paralyze, but nothing worth gaining doesn't have obstacles. My mind is my greatest obstacle. I have chosen to fight this battle. I don't just want to write a book for publishing sake, I have high expectations that the books I publish will be great; well written, engaging, challenging, cannot-put-down reads.
So, this war of expectations ensues. For me, for you, for millions of people, because I believe that God deserves my best, not perfection, but a story that will point people in His direction.
I expect to work hard, fumble and falter, pick myself up again and move forward through the storm. Getting up one more time!
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