


Tomorrow, Tuesday, is a big day. It’s book launch day, the day my newest novel officially hits the shelves. The day I celebrate months of work and a year of waiting for my readers response.
I’ve written four books for my 5 Spot publisher now, and 26 for my London publisher and each book released from 5 Spot just makes me more nervous.
The publisher isn’t putting pressure on me. I’m putting pressure on me. And the truth is, I put too much pressure on me. I make it virtually impossible to internalize the success I do enjoy because (forgive me for being so blunt when you hardly know me) it’s not enough.
It’s supposed to be more.
But more what? More how? Who do I think I am?
I’ll tell you who I am: I’m a classic good girl, high achiever, Type A perfectionist. No wonder my newest novel is titled Mrs. Perfect. I’ve tortured myself much of my life when my quest to be almost great, if not downright brilliant. I’m sure psycholgists would have a field day with my ego and my need to excel. I’m sure there are dozens of unattractive clinical terms for people like me who drive themself hard and then fail to enjoy the fruits of their labor. The problem is, once I hit this hill, I see the next mountain. Once I’ve climbed the next mountain, I see the Himalayas ahead. It doesn’t end.
I’d like it to end though.
Not the writing, not the creativity or the books. But the bar. The bar I raise higher and higher so that I never feel like it’s good enough. Like I’m good enough.
Does anyone else feel this way? Has anyone else learned to box up their expectations, to sort through the demands and say--resonable, here, unreasonable, there--because I’d like to enjoy just once, this once, the debut of a new novel. I’d like to--tomorrow--just savor success.
I am trying really hard myself to stop the negative self talk and live in the moment. When I got the first copy of my own book in the mail, I did have a happy moment. When I was at a book signing and two young women came just to tell me they got raises after reading my book, I had a happy moment. I just have to keep telling myself that I am the best "me" right now, right at this moment. And no one else is as hard on me as I am, so why can't I be a little kinder to myself? I'm trying.
And with that "non-advice," CONGRATS on your new book!
First off, Congrats on your new book!
Your post sounded very familiar - I am constantly striving to make that next goal...but once it's been accomplished, I hardly savor the victory. It's always...what's next? Part of me thinks that that's what it means to be an artist...always wanting to create and never thinking you're good enough. And I'm not sure that if you figured out how to suppress that, you'd be the same creative person you are today.
So, I guess we just have to enjoy the ride! It's our ride and nobody else's, and we wouldn't be who we are today without having taken it!
xoxo tcb
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