(Sad that this had to get political? Me too, man. *heavy sigh* Me too.)
It's not just writing either. This is true in basically every creative industry and probably a fair number of non-creative ones as well. But what do you do when success doesn't come? Like, for years and years and years and . . . nothing?
There are lots of ways to deal with it, but I think they all boil down to these two: either give up or redefine success.
Now, when I say "redefine success," I don't mean give up on your big goal-dream of making it big; that's just giving up. I mean redefine your goals to be something in your control so that you're not just pulling yourself out of bed each morning, but rather you're jumping out of bed because you have another successful day ahead of you.
This is what I've been doing lately. I've still got big dreams, and I'm working hard toward them: I have a novel outline in the hands of a Big 5 editor. I have a mobile gamebook in the works. I hope to carve time to write some more novellas. But my happiness isn't resting on those things. They're way too far out, and too much of it is out of my hands. Saying my book has to sell or my game has to hit it big is just begging for depression.
So where is my happiness? Partially, I'm still trying to make myself truly believe these things, but here's where I want it to lie:
- In making enough money each day to feed my family well and maybe take them to a movie every once in a while.
- In spending time with my family.
- In having time and purpose to create something that I love.
- In having time to play a game or watch Netflix every so often.
I have so many freaking projects that if I put my happiness in any one of them -- or all of them all at once -- I'd end up working 28-hour days only to have the project flop while simultaneously missing out on what makes these projects worth doing at all.
So I'm trying to take things slow, one day at a time and enjoying my family at each step. How about you? What does success look like for you?
