Now for today's post:
My New Year’s Resolution was to read 44 books. That’s about a book a week. Just the other day, I was scrolling through my Goodreads account and realized something that changed the way I look at being a novelist.
Most of us view being a novelist as one of the greatest things we can do with our lives… at least, I did. It’s below being a surgeon or the president, but we fantasize about the day we can tell people we wrote a bestseller and they will be speechless with awe.
We define ourselves by our writing, we labor for years for our books, and we think life will be meaningless if we do not achieve our goal to shine before the world in literary magnificence.
I realized while looking at my Goodreads account that we might live for our books, but readers don’t. A novel only takes a week to read. After a few days, readers put the book down, pick up someone else’s book, and move on with their lives.
Being a novelist will always be my greatest aspiration. I still have my high dreams; I hope my book will be memorable. I hope everyone will enjoy it and that many people will be touched by it, and maybe it will stick with a few readers forever. But knowing that a book only takes a few days to read…
Once when I was a kid, my dad thought I was taking my writing way too seriously (which was true). He asked me, “How many books have you read that changed your life?” Not many. Then he asked about my friends and family. “How many of them have changed your life?”
I was about to write that life is what happens when you’re away from the computer, but that’s not true. Life is in all the things you do.
By the way, I said never to make promises on your blog because you can never predict the future, and then I broke my rule and said I would only post a couple times a week. Here I am weeks later posting everyday. So, let me reiterate what I said before:
No promises, no excuses, no apologies, no regrets.