Writing a book isn't actually the hard part, at least not for me. The hard part has been finishing. Starting projects is fairly easy, especially if you're interested. Then somewhere around the middle, things get tedious and it starts to look a lot more like work and a lot less like fun. Then, you have to finish it, edit it and call it done. That's where the vulnerability of making art slaps you square in the face.
Toiling away at your secret project might take determination and certainly a time investment but, in the safety of it's incomplete status, it can stay untouched by the critics. You can stay untouched. The almost done zone can go on forever, revision after revision. The truly hard part comes when it's time to ship (as my favorite author, Seth Godin, likes to say). It's like that expression "that's the rub". The "rub" is that in order to feel the incredible rush of accomplishment that comes with putting your art out into the world, you also have to feel like a snail whose shell has suddenly been stolen right off their back. The rub isn't a nice, soothing rub either. It's more like a sandpaper back rub over your sunburn.
But, what's the alternative? Stay hidden away curled protectively around your secret project? It's one option but the other option is better. I want to see your art and, while it scares the shit out of me, I want you to see mine too.
My book is officially done and out of my hands. It'll be in your hands in September. I can promise you that I'll lose sleep over it. In fact, my husband should just book a vacation now for the last two weeks in August and leave me behind. I'll be a nervous wreck. I'll also be fiercely proud that I stayed the course and shipped.
To celebrate my book and my commitment to doing work that matters (my heart work), I got this little beauty at High Voltage Tattoo while on a trip to LA. It's an amazing reminder and I absolutely love it.