I'm not that competitive. I really don't enjoy a "good" fight despite the fact I hold a 4th Degree Black Belt rank in martial arts. I don't have to beat the pants off someone in order to feel good about myself. But when it comes to my writing, I feel like I'm in some sort of MEGA race to get published. Like someone slapped a big number on my back and I'm suddenly in this mad dash to make my mark on the writing world.
The thought of clawing my way to the top of the writer heap, leaving bodies in my wake, simply doesn't appeal to me. Maybe for others, but not me. Like someone told me yesterday...I'm too nice.
But the fact that I'm not extremely competitive doesn't stop me from feeling the stress of the imagined competition for the title "author". In fact, that thought will keep me up late at night and sometimes invade my dreams while I wonder if my work will ever be good enough. Do you ever feel like this?
So I've decided in 2012 maybe I need to prepare for my place in this "race" to publication. Maybe some cool shades will help me stand out in the crowd at any writer's conference I might be able to attend. Hey, it worked for Wil Smith, why not me?
Next, I will have to find myself a snazzy looking running outfit as I race to those agent tables.
Finally, I will buy a new pair of running shoes for all those trips to the library to make copies of manuscripts to mail out to publishing companies.
Maybe I will just disguise myself entirely and just hope for the best.
Then again, maybe I don't need to prepare for this silly "race" at all. Maybe I just need to go at my own pace. Slow but steady. Learning as I go. Gathering friendships along the way that will last my lifetime. Encouraging others on their own journey so I can have twice the fun. Yeah, THAT sounds like the type of competition I would be good at. Maybe even first place good.
And as far as being stressed out goes, I think this says it all...
Bring on the chocolate!