I don’t know what the blog version of FAKEBOOKING is—but, in rereading this post, I think I accidentally did it.
It’s not that I wasn’t excited to get a book deal (those who know me well know this is a process I started back in 2000), I just knew–unlike my beloved fiction writing–getting a “deal” was merely a permission slip to do work.
You see, in the world of non-fiction, an agent submits a book proposal to a publishing house and the house decides whether they want to purchase or not.
As a result, it is *exciting* when you receive a “we would like to purchase your book idea” email but, if you’re Carla, it truly feels like a permission slip to get to writing.
I was excited.
I was ready.
I blocked off the entirety of July to git to fulfilling that permission slip.
I forgot everything I’d preached and failed, initially, to practice it as well.
The transition is as important as the pose.
Roni and I started writing by dividing the labor and deciding we’d reconvene at the computer in a few week, exchange work, and meet again later after editing each other’s writing.
I rocked this approach for about 3.5 minutes.
“I’m not sure this is the way to go,” I emailed her. “Why does this feel plodding and painful to create?!”
I hit send and waited for her reply.
I envisioned interrupting Roni’s prolific writing flow, causing her brow to furrow, and her not understanding why I struggled with the creative process.
In approximately one minute my phone rang.
Yes! I’m feeling the same way. Let’s write this together. Let’s work simultaneously to create our book.
Quite frankly I thought her nuts—but without any better suggestions I blocked off 5 hour chunks and we made plans to co-write.
For hours at a time.
And I braced myself.
I steeled myself to “get through the process” so I could seize the We’ve got a book!! goal at the end.
And we started.
And something happened.
Somewhere between writing about the amazing power of doing what you can when you can and the importance of enjoying the process of goal achievement–I began to live it again.
Five minutes on the phone co-writing turned into five hours creating in the BLINK of an eye.
Five minutes stolen here or there added up to chapters written and outlines fleshed out.
I realized—for the first time in ages—I was practicing what I preached.
I was enjoying the process of creating our book without the slightest focus on getting to the end and being DONE.
I’d stopped caring about the end goal.
I was so energized and invigorated at the end of each co-writing session I cared not whether our book was a New York Times best seller or languished on the shelves of a few dedicated readers.
I had so much fun creating and brainstorming with Roni that our end-goal felt not important at all.
Our full manuscript is due Friday and until then I’ll be #wycwyc’ing life.
I’m offline and on.
I’m tweaking and editing.
I’m mama’ing and PLAYINGout.
And I’m enjoying every single solitary minute of the process.