New ventures begin with dreams. They excite us. They inspire us. They motivate us to leap even knowing leaps must land. It's within the unknown of those landings, balancing the glow of hope against the reality of risk, that expectations begin.
As a young girl, I wrote poetry. In my early twenties, I dabbled with writing stories. It wasn't until Twilight (yes, I'm a Twilight fan) came along that writing a novel became a goal.
I was sure, then, that I could finish in a year or two. Really, it was only a matter of finding time to write in between working fifty to sixty hours a week and caring for my family.
Every year became "just one more year, and it'll be done."
That was ten years and four storylines ago. By the time Snow Globe Travelers, the middle-grade novel I began in 2012, is released in the spring, it'll be eleven years.
How long it would take to reach the publication stage was not the only reality that fell short of my newbie expectations, but it was the most eye-opening.
All is as it should be. That journey prepared me for now.
I wonder, if I had known the outcome when I began would I still have leapt?