My First Book Might Suck and Who Cares
I’m on a mission to write a true story called Out of a Secret Darkness. It’s been a struggle to continue writing and difficult without being gifted with the composition of the English language.
However, I do have a few things going for me.
- I’m a strong willed person
- I’m not afraid of hard work
- I’m determined to finish writing this book
I read a blog post recently that said; “your first book will always suck.”
Those words are music to a perfectionist’s ears. They sing you now have permission to stop being a perfectionist and just write the book.
Your first book will always suck!
And you know what?
Seriously, who cares if your book is top of the line when it comes to writing?
It’s the story behind the words that matter to the reader. It’s the message you have to share with them that’s important. The journey you’re going to take them on is what counts.
I have permission not to be a perfectionist since “your first book will always suck.” Yesterday, I began writing more of the story and if it sucks who cares.
I’m just going to keep writing!
The more I write and correct the better the writing becomes over time. It’s pruned and molded into a story that is valuable in the end.
The Lord will do the same thing for us over time if we accept him by faith into our lives. He will prune the old ways, correct us when we do wrong and in the end, we will be valuable to him.
An Excerpt from Today’s Writing
The Morning Sickness that Never Stopped
I remember one day, I was in the bathroom throwing up, and Bobby Joe came in with his dog. He had the dog on a leash and told the dog to sick me. The dog began barking and growling at me. He held the dog back from lunging out at me completely. The dog grabbed onto my leg a little causing it to bleed. This vicious act was another means of intimidation to keep me in a fearful state of mind.
Those were the worst nine months of my life. I told the Gynecologist about the continuous morning sickness and throwing up of yellow bile. The Doctor prescribed vitamins and supplements of some type. They did an ultrasound and found nothing wrong at the time. I continuously had morning sickness day and night for the entire nine months of pregnancy. It being my first child, I didn’t know that something could be seriously wrong with the child inside me.
The First Born Child
I went into labor in early May of 1985 and went to Saratoga Hospital in Saratoga Springs, New York. I had no idea what to expect during the labor and delivery process. Mom never told me about having a baby. Mom and Dad didn’t come to visit me after leaving home. They had no idea that I was in the hospital about to give birth to their grandchild.
The first born child was the most difficult to deliver. I was told to lie in bed and was only allowed to get up periodically to use the bathroom. The long agonizing hours of labor with almost unbearable pain was excruciating. I lie in bed for twenty-one hours before being rushed into the delivery room.
Bobby Joe’s oldest sister came into the delivery room with me. I couldn’t see what was happening with the delivery. The moment the baby was born, his sister quickly left the delivery room. I became frightened, and thought what’s wrong?
The doctor held the baby up and quickly carried it over to the cleanup area. I could see the baby now, and he was completely blue in color. No one spoke a word to me, as everyone rushed to tend to the baby. I began to cry, wondering what was wrong with my baby.