Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Insecure Writers Support Group - April
Once again, thank you, Alex, for launching this wonderful group. Please visit Alex at www.alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com for all the details about how to participate.
I've not been blogging this month because most of the blogosphere is participating in the A-Z challenge and I've chosen not to do blog hops anymore.
I've been thinking about why I'm not writing. I know I'm busy with my two performing groups, rehearsing and doing gigs. And I'm taking tap dance lessons as well. But those activities are not the only reason. I think I'm disheartened. I try not to have expectations about results when I do things, whether it's writing or performing. But having spent six years of my life and many thousands of dollars to produce a book and to have virtually no sales is, well, disheartening.
The truth is, other than the small book tour I did when it launched, I did no other marketing. What does that tell me? Was I sabotaging myself? Am I too old for this game? Is there a lesson for me here that I'm just not seeing?
I don't have answers to these questions because I only just realized I was feeling disheartened yesterday. I do know that I was meant to write the book. That I couldn't not write it. Maybe that was enough for me. I learned so much about myself during that process and grew and changed as a result. Maybe that was the purpose. Who knows?
What I do know is that I can't allow what I deem to be a non-success stop me from writing other things. It's just that right now, that particular Muse remains silent.