Patience


Patience.
Yeah, I have none.
Fact.

I look into the world and see all the wicked-awesome things out there and think ‘I want it now!’
Prams, cots, and bottles? Want to buy them now!
Maternity leave? Want to start it now!
My birthday? Want it to come now!
Visit from my Mum and sister? Want them here now!
My new kids? Want to meet them now! -Though I realise that at this point, it would be less than ideal for them to show up, since they’d spend the first weeks of their lives in an incubator with tubes up their noses.

All these things I see and want just make me twitchy and irritable because I have to wait for them to come to me like a good little girl. I don’t wait, to be fair; I piss and moan just like everybody else – probably a little louder than the average person too. But, when the universe tells me that it makes no difference what I want, I usually begin calm down.

Even with writing….
I want to be published. I want to be published right now! I want to see my words available to buy on the internet and see my name on the spine of physical paper books. I want to feel the print and the pages between my fingers and know that I wrote this!!!

And yet I know that this is the one thing (okay, one of many things) that I can’t afford to rush. It won’t do me any favours if I do. I’ll end up with scrappy, poorly edited, poorly written, poorly arranged work that readers will resent paying money for in the long run. Not only that, but I would have sold myself short and effectively sabotaged any chance I might have had at experiencing some form of success.

Writing takes time. Editing takes time. Publishing takes time. Perhaps, with self publishing, the process takes less time than usual (especially via the traditional route) but if you want to do it properly, you have to be patience.

Good things come to those who wait.

If you’re going to do something at all, take the time to do it well.

Both very sage and worthwhile pieces of advice. I’ve no idea who wrote/came up with them, but I try to keep those simple ideas in the back of my mind every day.

I’m editing one of my erotic short stories at the moment. I might have mentioned it before; its called ‘The First Time.’ The piece has featured in a couple of Six Sentence Sunday posts and was a story that I thought was ready for submissions. Oh how wrong I was! I’ve picked it up and looked at the first page and felt a horrible cringe grip my spine. Not to say that the writing or the story was awful, but it was still so… raw. It needed polish, it needed love and care and tender attention to smooth off those rough edges and make the words flow smoothly off the tongue. I don’t think I had even read it aloud before picking it up a few days ago.

That is what impatience does.

Now I’m glad I had the sense to look at the piece again before doing anything with it, but that, as much as anything else is a message to me that I need to slow the hell down and be patient.

I’m only 27… I have plenty of time. Rushing is not worth shooting myself in the foot and later realising that I’ve ruined my chance at being taken seriously. After all these years of striving for publication nothing is worth that.

So… let’s see if I can take a tip from Take That:

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About Ileandra Young

I am a twenty-nine year old writer currently juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel is due for release in Autmn 2014.
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