For the last few months, I’ve fluctuated in a writer’s block state. The only writing I’ve committed to doing was on the blogs and thank goodness for that. Each passing day brought more doubt to whether I would ever be able to finish my WIP. Or worse, if I should continue on this writing path. And then something last week sparked me into action. It all started with quiche.
In showing appreciation for my staff, I brought in a spanakopita quiche I’d made. Most thought the flavor was something new and had to feel out if they liked feta in their egg pie. It was an ordinary thing until one woman said “I’ve never had quiche before.” I halted in my tracks. This sounded impossible, if not completely absurd. When I asked her if it was true, she said she’d never been anywhere outside of our small town and hadn’t tried many new things in her life. It begged the question “if you could try anything, what would it be?”
The question overwhelmed her with the enormity of it. It was such a huge topic, it was hard to break it down to the little things she wanted to try. Kind of like setting a goal around becoming a published author. She ended up asking people around her, which is like trying to live out someone else’s dream. Or trying to write like someone else’s process that you read about on Twitter.
The whole thing started me on a tangent about trying new things. Little things. It was less about doing what I’ve become comfortable with and more about pushing myself toward my fearless resolution. Instead of listing through all the huge dreams in my arsenal like getting an agent, I needed to focus on the small things. The little things I can effect on a daily basis.
So I bought fresh figs. I made a blue cheese, fig, and proscuitto crostini. It was the first time I’d ever eaten a fresh fig. Shocking, I know. They held the same ick factor as a date. Ewww. Those things just creep me out. But the fig was good. And last night I tried something that has scared me for a lifetime. Escargot. I finally bit the bullet and ate snails. Their garlic butter bath helped them be something delicious. This removed two things I’d listed on the “things I would like to try in my life” list. (I refuse to call it a bucket list. That’s for people like Morgan Freeman.)
These small tastes ignited something bigger. It reminded the fun isn’t always in the destination, but enjoying the little things along the way. Even if there isn’t an agent waiting to sign me at the next writing conference, it shouldn’t diminish the excitement in creating new characters, winding new plot twists, or continuing to learn from great authors.
So I wrote some words this week on the WIP. I also beefed up the outline and started to get excited about the writer’s conference coming up in a couple weeks. And I’m damn excited about that. Even if this WIP is another manuscript in my learning phase at least I’m moving forward. Every day I’m taking another step, another small risk, to try to reach my egg pie in the sky.