Who needs another blog, another novel, or another non-fiction book?
You, writer, aren’t perfect
enough, smart enough, educated enough, skinny enough, fat enough, or rich
enough.
Perfect, smell, smell. You are
enough. Keep doing it UNTIL.
Who needs another
person blowing their own horn?
If you have a
horn—blow it
If you think
the world doesn’t need your product, think again.
You are the
only person with your take on the world and the people in it.
Think of Oprah
Winfrey. If she had said, “The world doesn’t need another talk show, Phil Donohue
has that sewn up,” we wouldn’t have gotten her contribution. (And that lady just
might be the one to overturn the next Presidential election. In my dreams.)
This morning I
listened to #Steven Pressfield, a novel, non-fiction and screenplay author. #Marie
Forleo interviewed him specifically about his three non-fiction books, The Art of Work, Do the work, and
Turning Pro. He self-published Turning
Pro saying he wanted control of his own content, his own book cover, and to
make $3.75 a book instead of 30 cents. His
publisher would not allow him to give away copies. His response? If I give away
1,000 copies, at least I have my book in front of 1,000 people.
Give it some
thought.
In a conversation with my friend June about what I was writing, she said, “A spinster, a retired school
teacher?! That won’t fly.”
Oh, but June,
one is never too old for romance and for living an exuberant life. Wonderful
June discovered that when she moved into a retirement complex and fell in love
with a widower.
We never know
the ramification of our lives do we?
When I told
June the opening line for a sequel, to Song
of Africa, “You killed my mother you
low-down son-of-a-bitch.” She said, Hallelujah! You have been too nice.
But then June
had not read my books.
(She has
macular degeneration.)
