“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
When I was a kid, I loved the thrill of a roller coaster. My heart pounded in my chest anticipating the two to three minutes of high-speed adventure. Wet with sweat, my hands gripped the cold handlebar, hanging on for dear life, as it scaled the first hill. As the ride dipped low and took me high, I vowed never to ride another roller coaster again. Of course, I always did.
The days of riding roller coasters are behind me. After a ruptured disc in my back twenty years ago, two days following a ride on a coaster, my thrill seeking days were over…or so I thought.
To say the last four months, since I entered a writing contest sponsored by a publisher, was a roller coast ride, is a colossal understatement. Going from a one-hundred-word book blurb, to a completed manuscript during that period, produced more of a thrill than any amusement park ride I’ve ever climbed aboard.
It’s difficult to put into words the emotional highs and lows I experienced. I contribute this to writing under a deadline verses writing for pleasure. Some days, I loved my story. But more often, it made my stomach turn. I pushed through the bad days, desperately in search for the good.
When I finally hit submit, the night before my deadline, I wandered around the house in a daze. I can’t tell you what I did or said, it’s all a blur. What I do know is, whatever your talent, a writer, photographer, painter, sculptor…anything, take a chance and put your work out there. You never know what thrills lie ahead.