Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Day 205

So it’s been exactly a year since I started my publishing journey. It was in the April school holidays last year that I wrote my first book – “Yes I Can” – as I lazed around the pool on the Gold Coast. I can still remember the excitement as the book just poured out of me. I couldn’t write fast enough. It was spilling out of my mind and through my fingertips at an alarming rate. Truly magical. I remember leaving Derek with the kids as I bolted back up to our apartment to bash out the finished product on the laptop and send it to my education consultant for her thoughts. I was so nervous but extremely confident at the same time. I could feel the power of this book as I wrote it, but it was still nail biting stuff as I awaited her opinion. She loved it. Her passion and appreciation for my book jumped through the email across the miles. I remember reading it to my kids (no pictures, just text) as they sat wide-eyed, motionless and transfixed. I remember reading it to my cheerleaders in the lead up to their first comp as they too stared at me with mouths open as I read. I remember giving it to a friend whose five year old son read it (still without pictures) and re-read it and re-read it advising it was his new favourite book. I remember when many months later Antonia Kidman agreed to write the forward. I remember every moment.

I remember writing my second book in the same month – “A Pocket Full of Happy Thanks” – as I sat in that magical chair in Derek’s parents coastal back yard overlooking the houses below. I had yet to discover the tree climbing bulldog. I had just been reading “The Power of Now” by Eckardt Tolle which achieved just that (an amazing experience in mindfulness) and awoken my creative juices for yet another purging of my mind and soul through my fingertips, a pencil and note book. Again I couldn’t type it up fast enough to flick the finished product to my trusty teacher friend. I remember taking the handwritten copy with me as the kids and I walked the beach that evening and reading it to them as the sun was setting. Again they sat transfixed and motionless with opened eyed wonder.

I remember writing my third book while on my second honeymoon on the Big Island of Hawaii last July. Derek and I had been attending a success training conference and we were fresh from a 3 hour session with a positive psychology professor from Harvard University – Sean Achor. I took my pencil and notebook to a grassy knoll and sat next to a big sculpture of a Buddha overlooking the black lava rocks that dipped down into the ocean. That is where I wrote “My Happy Gift”. Again it was with ease and spirit and confidence. Again I typed it up and sent it to my advisor for her views. And I remember the day when Johanna Griggs agreed to write the foreword. She replied to my request directly (and was actually my first Foreword acceptance) and has been encouraging me forward via email ever since. It was on the weekend of my 40th birthday if I recall correctly when she first wrote to me. Right before I commenced writing of this daily journal.

My fourth and final book (to date) was written by the seaside again, this time on a girls weekend away at the coast in November. I wrote it as the rain sprinkled around us, and the wild birds fed on fruit on our back deck. I wrote “I Will, I Will, I Will” as the other girls read their books, drank their tea and chatted. This one was a little different as my creativity took to rhyming in a very Dr Seuss style, proving to me that the possibilities were unlimited. My friend Ann took an excerpt from the book to hang on her teenage son's bedroom door. Yep, the books are written for kids but surpass age.

I have remembered every moment of this journey so far including, unfortunately, the many rejections I have received as I make my way slowly towards the summit of my mountain. But it is the original purpose and my initial outpourings that I remember the most. The rejections don't pull at my heart strings at all. They are only vague memories. It is a very exciting and at times extremely frustrating trip, but now that I have written it all down I have recreated my passion for this project. Yep. I am ready to take a deep breath and continue on my path. Why? Because I remember. My focus has been refreshed because I remember why I am doing this in the first place.

Thanks for listening …

"The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner." - Og Mandino

4 comments :

  1. A pleasure to listen. Goddamn it woman, I want those books on my bookshelves for my children. So I am glad your focus is refreshed. xx

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  2. What an inspirational story. I agree with Lucy and hope that ond day I'm reading your stories to a class full of children :)

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  3. Wow - I had no idea. I humbly bow down at your feet in awe.

    And no, I am not being sarcastic.

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  4. my dear friend,
    i have known you for basically most of my life and you have always been such a true inspiration to me, and you still continue to do so. you make everything seem possible.
    for that i am truly grateful.
    xxx

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