I am often asked by unpublished writers (referred to by some as wannabees, unpubs, prepubs, etc.) “What is the one thing that takes a writer from the stage of wanting to be published, to the stage of *being* published? What is that magic one thing?” And I think I’ve been seeing a trend here on magicalwords.net that leads me to an answer. Besides and including, BIC, of course. Butt in Chair is the most important part of crossing the “what makes a writer” void. But in addition, there is this one other thing.
Catie has been lamenting it, here and on other blogs. David and Misty and I have commiserated with her on it. We’ve all been there. We’ve all gone through it, and know full well that we will go through it again, on the next book. That one single thing is tenacity. That bulldog, got-my-teeth-in-it-and-won’t-let-go, stubborn, immoveable, obdurate determination to push on through to the end. It is the same mind-set that long distance runners have, the one that forces to them push through the *wall* when they hit it, when every muscle, bone, breath and heartbeat is an agony. Why do they push on? Because they know they can. They *know* it with every painful breath. And they run. And they reach the finish line. It’s the same resolve that mountain climbers have to reach the summit, despite the snow, the howling winds, the frostbite, the pain, the shattered teeth. They climb the mountain because it is there and because they can.
Please understand that I’m not saying such pig-headed tenacity is necessarily healthy or smart. According to my hubby it’s stupidity. Because of it, I went through 10 years of adrenal insufficiency, am trying to rebuild my decreased upper body strength, have reflux, an unhappy GI tract, and writer’s butt. (Not that any wannabee wouldn’t happily share in all that to be published. I’m just sayin’…)
That determination is what takes a writer from unpublished to published. That determination and fortitude. If you don’t find, develop, have, possess or create inside your own heart and spirit that tenacity to push on through the hard parts of a novel, you will never be a writer. You will skitter on to the next project, then the one after that and never actually finish a novel.
So. BIC. It all comes back to BIC. A stubborn, ferocious, vital BIC.
Faith. Currently BIC.