Pacing

When I began writing in summer 2010 ( previous blog post, I mentioned my epic plan) fast-forward to 2014 my epic plans to be agented and published is not a failure, because it's not a race, and I believe that my dream, although hard will happen because I choose to persevere, I have been through so much, first off,  concluding working with initial editor (to be fair I knew nothing of writing) recently being let go by my awesome editor because things had changed between both of us, and that was okay. Deciding to pursue my university degree changed things as well because the delicate balance commenced on top of being a mom, a wife, etc. I realized few days ago I was going about things wrong I was rushing, and in fact, I was not pacing in order to finish a readable manuscript, I am still in love with my original book and at the same time have plenty of ideas as I rewrite it, I am glad I am stubborn because I have not stopped just yet until I finish my first book, when it's all said and done if it becomes a book I hide under my mattress so be it but for now, I will pace to get it done right.


Reading

Part of pacing includes reading I admit I have decreased that, and I have missed out and my muse has suffered that consequence, one thing my second editor told me was to always read because it will enable me to continue learning about the craft and not forget the skills I learned.


Finally, as I write this blog, I am thinking of the amazing, beautiful, courageous Maya Angelou I will leave you with a wonderful poem this poem inspires me in so many ways.


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phenomenal-woman/













Keisha Martin