As I may have mentioned previously, I am a huge motor sports fan, particularly Formula 1 racing. I find it dramatic, passionate, and inspiring even on a quiet day, which by quiet I mean uneventful, not actually quiet.
Anyone who watches racing, or is passionate about cars in general will notice the sounds the car makes, the roar of an engine, the pattering of a missing tappet, the whine when a gear needs to be shifted up, the chug when it needs to be shifted down. It involves all the senses, drawing them all in to make the sport, the passion all encompassing, a vibration in the steering wheels speaking volumes, a miss in the engine as clear as any sentence written on a page. I suppose, when I stop to think about it, that could be said about anything that is a passion. Horses, for example, a good horseperson can hear the beat of the hooves, the rhythm of the horse's breathing. They can feel the steadiness and the evenness of the strides, and can, by becoming enveloped in their sport, become acutely attuned to it.
Writing is no different. Lately I have struggled, my writing chugging pathetically along like an engine that needs downshifting. It has been frustrating, to say the least, as I have discussed back and forth, various issues with various publishers. I have been, in essence, been trying my best to navigate around an unfamiliar racetrack with a car that, for lack of attention and focus, was struggling. I had too many projects going and too many suggestions on changing things. It was chaos and it was stifling.
It was at that moment when I was pretty sure I couldn't go any further that I decided to shift gears. Instead of worrying, fussing, and let me be honest, obsessing about what potential publishers were telling me, I decided to put aside the three projects I had going, the plethora of suggestions, and the buzz reverberating inside my head and try something new. I made a new plan, dropped all conversations with publishers, and embarked on writing a novella, and only a novella, which will hopefully not only draw on a wider audience, thereby earning new readers while still pleasing the ones I have, but will also hopefully spawn a series, which will promote itself and be fulfilling to me and my readers alike.
As soon as I downshifted, the vehicle that was my writing took off, the engine reinvigorated and suddenly roaring to life, ready to go, and taking the course with confidence, exuberance, and joy.