by Amanda Loduca
My husband likes to tell people that I’m an author. I have never referred to myself by that title, because I always assumed the word “published” had to precede it to be earned. Upon looking up the definition, however, I realized that I am, technically, an author.
This is something that instills fear in me, and for ridiculous reasons. Mainly, I hate the idea of fame. I don’t want to stand out. I don’t want to be recognized. I certainly don’t want to read comments from people who hate my books.
Don’t get me wrong. I realize that fame is rare and that it takes an awful lot of work and marketing to reach that level. I know the average author barely ripples the sea of literature we’re swimming in. My mind though… you should hear what it’s like in here. It’s all worst-case scenarios taken to the Nth degree (but really, does anybody ever plan on getting a stalker?!)
When I vocalize my fears, people laugh. Why shouldn’t they? “Stop being so negative,” they say, or, “Why don’t you worry about actually getting published first?” Yes, yes, they’re right… Do I think that I’ll instantly spring to chart-topping success? No. But again, would I want that if it did happen? No. So why write?
I write because there are two Amandas- the one who laughs, dreams and hopes and then writes things down, and the one who just stumbles through life, drowning in words that want to burst out. And burst they will, in pointless ways- such as the enormous effort and editing I put into social media comments, or the 3-page essay contributions to my typically 1-page company newsletter.
So, there is no fighting it- I am a writer. When I realized this, and looked over the countless stories I’d left unfinished because of fear, I gave myself this advice: All you have to do is finish something… you decide whether you do anything with the finished product or not. That changed everything.
I’m sure I’m not the only novice writer that reads this blog. I may be the only weirdo that’s afraid of success, but I know I’m not alone in being afraid. Maybe you’re afraid of being too vulnerable. Maybe you’re afraid of failure. Perhaps you’re afraid of the judgment you’ll receive from setting your opinions free.
But that’s the thing- we’re thinking too many steps ahead. There’s no danger yet- our stories are still just ours. All we need to do is write what’s waiting inside of us that wants to come out- then we edit and decide. If only our families read them, who cares? We will know that we’ve done it, that we’ve accomplished something.
I finally followed my own advice and finished two novels that had been floating around in my head, and it feels good! Whether I take the next step or not remains to be seen, but I’m glad I took the first one.
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Amanda Loduca is a Christian writer and stay-home mother who is passionate about two things: uplifting/helping others facing challenges she’s endured herself (divorce, multiple miscarriages, losing her mother at a young age) and writing the types of stories she would want to read- ones full of hope and humor, that offer a safe place to hide from the day-to-day. She has written two novels that are in the editing phase and uses the rest of her free time to enjoy the great outdoors, blog and write songs.
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My husband likes to tell people that I’m an author. I have never referred to myself by that title, because I always assumed the word “published” had to precede it to be earned. Upon looking up the definition, however, I realized that I am, technically, an author.
This is something that instills fear in me, and for ridiculous reasons. Mainly, I hate the idea of fame. I don’t want to stand out. I don’t want to be recognized. I certainly don’t want to read comments from people who hate my books.
Don’t get me wrong. I realize that fame is rare and that it takes an awful lot of work and marketing to reach that level. I know the average author barely ripples the sea of literature we’re swimming in. My mind though… you should hear what it’s like in here. It’s all worst-case scenarios taken to the Nth degree (but really, does anybody ever plan on getting a stalker?!)
When I vocalize my fears, people laugh. Why shouldn’t they? “Stop being so negative,” they say, or, “Why don’t you worry about actually getting published first?” Yes, yes, they’re right… Do I think that I’ll instantly spring to chart-topping success? No. But again, would I want that if it did happen? No. So why write?
I write because there are two Amandas- the one who laughs, dreams and hopes and then writes things down, and the one who just stumbles through life, drowning in words that want to burst out. And burst they will, in pointless ways- such as the enormous effort and editing I put into social media comments, or the 3-page essay contributions to my typically 1-page company newsletter.
So, there is no fighting it- I am a writer. When I realized this, and looked over the countless stories I’d left unfinished because of fear, I gave myself this advice: All you have to do is finish something… you decide whether you do anything with the finished product or not. That changed everything.
I’m sure I’m not the only novice writer that reads this blog. I may be the only weirdo that’s afraid of success, but I know I’m not alone in being afraid. Maybe you’re afraid of being too vulnerable. Maybe you’re afraid of failure. Perhaps you’re afraid of the judgment you’ll receive from setting your opinions free.
But that’s the thing- we’re thinking too many steps ahead. There’s no danger yet- our stories are still just ours. All we need to do is write what’s waiting inside of us that wants to come out- then we edit and decide. If only our families read them, who cares? We will know that we’ve done it, that we’ve accomplished something.
I finally followed my own advice and finished two novels that had been floating around in my head, and it feels good! Whether I take the next step or not remains to be seen, but I’m glad I took the first one.
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Would you like to participate in Friday "Speak Out!"? Email your short posts (under 500 words) about women and writing to: marcia[at]wow-womenonwriting[dot]com for consideration. We look forward to hearing from you!
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