It will come as a shock to exactly no one that I don’t consider myself particularly brave. I’m not terribly adventurous, I don’t plunge headlong into change with a go-get-em attitude and a triumphal “wheeee!” Apart from the color of my hair, I resist everything new and different and unusual. I even get anxious when Waze suggests a route I don’t know when I’m going somewhere familiar.
(I use Waze when I already know the way. THAT’s some characterization, right there.)
Most of the giant epic changes in my life, relationships, or career have come on the heels of equally epic discomfort. (See also: The Exodus.) Now, I’ve been working on the idea of non-chaotic change. My chameleon hair is part of that practice, actually. My hair behaves … "unexpectedly" when confronted with color. Very unpredictable. So I’ve gotten to where I just suspend my expectations and do the thing. I throw color at it, and then every day after is a new shade and a new fade somewhere in the realm of what I wanted, until it's not -- at which point I add more color.
It’s kind of amazing what beautiful and interesting things have room to happen when you stop insisting the result be exactly the thing you imagined.
In a less colorful but equally personal example, take Melody’s Song - what is now a published trilogy was written as a single book. When I surrendered my attachment to the image of a gigantic, Shannara-esque tome with her name on it, I opened the door to a trilogy that works surprisingly well and earned me a publishing contract. (Which put Melody in front of far more eyes than she would have been seen by just sitting on my computer, so … win.)
What I’m getting at here is that recently, in my life, change … happened. Again.
And suddenly the idea I had been working on, this thing I had been building slowly and carefully behind the scenes for an eventual transition to doing for real, became VERY POSSIBLE. Like, a great big neon WHY WAIT was flashing over it that same afternoon. I’d made huge leaps of progress with it once my edits for Book 2 were turned in - like, stunned my branding coach kind of progress. 42 hours of work in under 3 days kind of progress. (When I’m excited about a thing, I get a wee bit obsessed.)
Which brings me to the thing.
I call it DraftCrafting.
DraftCrafting is the art of crafting a draft. Writing a story. Not the rest of the bullshit I see in so many writing themed facebook groups where people are worried about getting an agent before they have 10K words written, or getting feedback on their first paragraph before they go any further with the story because they’re worried about hooking their audience. (And don’t get me started on the ones trying to choose their cover before they’ve written a word.)
I named the biggest part of DraftCrafting unintentionally.
I found myself saying to the posts clogging up my Facebook feed every single day: “JUST TELL THE DAMN STORY.”
Sometimes I yelled it.
It’s so frustrating to see so many potential stories held back by someone else’s expectations!!
So here’s the thing:
The free email course is done and ready to go. Has been for days now.
My 10 week intensive coaching package “Just Tell the Damn Story” is 99% ready.
This thing is so close to being ready to launch that I can see it without my glasses.
What better motivation, then, to get the rest of it in line than to just … announce it? Send people interested in writing a story to the free email course (3 days of writing advice and why it’s staggeringly not helpful) and then just make sure that every link in the final day’s mail goes exactly where it’s supposed to, and there is something there waiting when they click.