The value of work is equal to the value of persistence in improving your craft. I am excited to say I am still crafting and have found my way back in the saddle.
Yesterday, my novel, Life Is In The Blood, went out. Although chances of an editor choosing to see my gaslight Amish western horror novel as worthy aren’t robust, they exist. Work continues. I am back at it.
It felt right. Reviewing, making that story gleam in Shunn, and hitting send. Happy and not nervous, I wait. Who knows?
Hope exists, and I like the feeling. Just seeing that it’s the work and nothing else that holds value. I stopped because I worried about the audience. I slowed down because I felt ostracized. I debated internally about the worth of sharing with a world that values very little. I forgot.
The value of work that is its reward deserves persistence. I hope I do not doubt it’s worth it again.