That’s what’s on my sleepy mind this rainy morning – how authors with brain challenges have the ability to complete an entire book. I wish there was a magic potion I could drink that would get me to sit down and finish the piece I’ve been working on (and mostly off) the past several years. I’ve been thinking books-books-books all stormy weekend long. I selected some of my longtime “friends” (I know it sounds schmaltzy, but I consider books to be friends) for my blog hit lists that I wrote over the weekend.
If you search Amazon listings you’ll find that a brand-new bipolar memoir is being published almost every day. Many of these books are self-published, and they usually run the price of a small double mocha instead of twenty-five dollars. As much as I’d love the author to make more of a profit, I love that affordability.
It’s getting easier and easier to get your work out into the world, which is wonderful. I’ve noticed that more authors are using self-publishing companies such as CreateSpace and Author House. While it’s a blessing that these organizations give writers the opportunity to share their stories with a worldwide audience, it’s also easier for mediocre or downright awful books to emerge.
Even if a new book is lousy, I still have so much admiration for the author; I’m also envious because I want to complete a project too. Anyone who can focus enough to finish a two-hundred page manuscript has made a remarkable achievement. I’ve been wondering why I want to finish my book so badly. The reasons are simple: I want all my suffering to help other moms with bipolar feel less alone, I want to feel productive, and I want to be able to tell people (and myself) that I’m a bona fide author. It’s true am a writer – the fact that I’ve made a couple thousand dollars off my articles tells me that, but it’s different to have a book published. A book is (usually) a true labor of love. Writing a book was a labor of love for my husband Craig Harwood, who took seven years to write his book Quest for Flight: John J. Montgomery and the Dawn of Aviation in the West in his free time.
Yesterday I was working out on my NordicTrack elliptical. While I’ve had phases where I’ve been an exercise purist eschewing magazines, lately I’ve been reading my Kindle on the machine. The workout time flies by while I surf Facebook and read books on my Kindle and I still break a decent sweat. I also blast the Pandora Disco channel. There’s nothing like hearing the Bee Gees’ “More Than a Woman” or Michael Jackson’s “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” while on an elliptical.
A couple days ago I was working out and Kindle surfing. I spotted a book announced on Amazon that very day: Deborah Kaminski’s Bipolar and Me for just $2.99. What caught my eye was the book cover – it was hard to miss, even with sweat dripping into my eyes:
(There’s nothing quite like an eye-catching cover.)
The author describes her book simply on Amazon: “This book talks about my journey with Bipolar Disorder and has information for both those suffering and those who have loved ones who suffer with bipolar.” Her self-publishing company is BookRix. I had never heard of them, and their recent press release sounds too good to be true . They “will no longer charge for their eBook-distribution-services, allowing authors to publish eBooks for free via BookRix and distribute them to all major eBook stores such as Amazon.” When I observe books being published so frequently by these types of companies, I am reminded that I can just go for it. I’ve seen books that are only fifteen or twenty pages long for sale on Amazon – to me that’s more of a chunky brochure, but I admire the writer’s resolve in getting her work out into the world.
Many people with bipolar have attention challenges and/or struggle with sedation due to medication side effects. I have both of those issues, but I won’t let them stop me. If others can do it, I can too. I also realized that I won’t become a career blogger or a fly-by-night sensation who gains thousands of followers. It’s a hard to give up the idea of hitting it big via a blog, but I can’t blog regularly and work on a book – at least not now. I have two little girls who are my priority, and at this point I am not able to do everything I want to do.
However, I can still set out to accomplish my dream to complete a book project. One of my favorite authors Madeleine L’Engle had her infamous A Wrinkle In Time manuscript rejected by at least 26 publishers, because it was, in L’Engle’s words, “too different”, and “because it deals overtly with the problem of evil.” She also went through an entire decade of getting rejection slips, which is hard for me to believe. She describes that tortuous decade in her own writing in the book Two Part Invention – the Story of A Marriage. (It’s one of my favorite books.)
I’ll boast about this until the day I die, but none other than Madeleine L’Engle liked my writing, even though it was just a measly fourteen line sonnet I wrote with sweaty palms about dolphins. L’Engle had me recite it at her writing workshop. Take my word for it, she was not the type to lie about liking anyone’s writing. She made that astoundingly clear at the two workshops I was lucky enough to attend.
There’s the famous saying that to be truly excellent at anything, one must practice for 10,000 hours. I’ve been using this blog to get into the daily practice of writing, and I’m hoping it won’t take me another 9,995 hours to get where I want to be. At least I have the aforesaid hope, and if I have hope, I can write a book – I really think I can. I’m going to finish reading this:
and hop to it!
I’ve selected March 1st as my start date to return to writing/editing my Birth of a New Brain manuscript. (I have one hundred pages so far.) I will devote at least a half an hour each day to writing. My husband told me he spent twenty minutes every morning to write his book Quest for Flight. He woke up before the rest of us each day to do it, which I can’t realistically do yet. The three medications I take (lithium, Seroquel and the MAOI Parnate) make it so that I need to sleep as long as I can in the morning. Then my girls get up, and we all scramble to get ready for the bumper-to-bumper schlep to school.
I’ll stick to blogging for the next couple weeks and try to shorten my posts. I never thought I’d write overly long blog posts, but I figure you can skim it or maybe you’re hopefully a fast (and tolerant) reader! Thanks for reading this from the bottom of my sleepy heart!