Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in Kansas. No, her name wasn’t Dorothy, but she knew Dorothy. (Sometimes she felt like Dorothy, too, but that’s a whole different story!)
This girl was a writer and she wanted more than anything to be able to write for a living. That was her big dream.
She wrote a lot. Like every day. Blog posts for three blogs. Articles for an online art magazine. Drawing and painting demonstrations. She wrote all kinds of things for people all over the web.
She even wrote guest blogs every now and again.
So the writing part of the dream had already come true.
Alas, for the poor writer. The making a living part wasn’t coming true. It was a good thing she didn’t have to rely on her writing to feed herself or her two cats or her best friend in the whole wide world (also known as her adoring husband) because they’d all be very skinny.
She tried everything she could think of to make her dream come true.
She read blogs about how to write.
She read blogs about how to edit and revise. She didn’t much like revising; it was too much like porridge—cold porridge at that—but she did it anyway because, well, there are just some things heroes and heroines have to do…. Even when they don’t like it.
She read about marketing and tweeting and pinning and all that other stuff that was supposed to lead her to her dream.
But nothing happened.
She sometimes thought there must be a magic door somewhere. With a big, brass key and a big lock hidden until the light of a full moon fell upon it in the middle of the day.
But if there was, she couldn’t find it.
She looked and looked and looked and she wrote all the time, every day. But just couldn’t seem to find the magic door.
No matter how much she looked or how much she wrote, the magic door never quite came into view.
And pretty soon, she started to despair.
“Oh, why should I even bother?” she wailed to her Adoring Husband one day.
“Why should you quit?” he said back. He never was one to beat around the bush and he never let her wallow in pity either.
“I can’t do it!”
“Yes you can. And you will. Just keep trying. The only way you can fail for sure is to quit. Don’t quit.”
And with other such words he encouraged her.
And with that encouragement, she’d go back and write another blog post or article and dream of the day when she finished a novel and held the book in her hands.
The Pot of Gold
I don’t yet know how this story ends. You see, I’m right in the middle of it at the moment. Sometimes, it doesn’t look like it will ever end.
Or at least it seems like I’ll never find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
So why am I telling you this story?
You might find yourself in the same ruby, red slippers as our intrepid heroine. Wanting more than anything to make your living writing, but not having much success.
I don’t know how your story will end, either, but I do know one thing. If you have a passion to write, it doesn’t really matter how the story ends. All that matters is the passion you pour into writing. That may be all the reward you get, but it will be enough.
And who knows? You might find someone else who shares a passion for the very stories you love to write and you’ll have a reader.
And that reader will be so thrilled with your story that she’ll tell her friends and they’ll read it and tell their friends and….
Well, you see my point.
Don’t give up.