This morning I have completed my writing yet again. On my computer it reads 57,000 words. All this was written while waiting for a decision from my editor and agent about a book. 57,000 words.
I never thought that I would one day be able to write long books. I thought that if I could write a book that was 40,000 words I was making it. But after practice, my books got longer. First 50,000, the 68,000, and now this book will probably end at 80,000 – 90,000 words. Yes, I want more than anything for this book to be done now.
But there is joy in writing. Even if this book isn’t published, there was joy getting up every morning and falling into a new world. Every thousand words hit, brings me closer to a conclusion I don’t know. Not all writers write like me. Am I really that good? No. But I believe. The storyteller says that if you have the faith of a mustard seed you can say to that mountain, “get up and be cast into the sea.” and it will be so. Meaning, have but a salt speck of faith and nurtured faith with grow into the faith of an unshakable tree.
Mountains can be moved if only you will pick up a shovel and start moving it. If only you will have the faith to tell your friends and neighbors and family that that mountain can be moved. To be successful as a writer is impossible. Statistically I will never make it.
But I believe. That is why I have been in this seat since 4 in the morning, not writing, but believing, putting faith into action, and nursing my fledging faith seed.
The storyteller never said that the mountain would move today or tomorrow or a hundred years from now. Dr. Martin Luther King moved a mountain. Gandhi moved a mountain. Nobel (the inventor of dynamite) moved many mountains. Mountains can be moved if only we had the faith of a mustard seed to believe. Dear writer, have faith and believe.