In the early 90s I renewed my interest in a childhood hobby—sleight of hand. I started going to a local magic club, met other magicians, and learned new tricks.
During my first visit to the club they played a video of renowned coin magician David Roth. It blew my mind. I sat mesmerized as coins vanished from under one playing card and instantly appeared under another.
I'd discovered a new level of magic I’d never experienced as a kid. A sense of wonder gripped me as I tried to fathom how the tricks were done. From that moment on I devoured books, videos, and watched as other magicians taught me how to make the magic happen.
A year and a half later I was performing many of the same tricks that held me spellbound at those first club meetings. I loved seeing the look of astonishment in friend’s eyes as I performed, but in a way, I’d lost the wonder. I now stood behind the curtain.
The Writing Magic
When I leapt into the writing world, every conversation, every blog post, every debate about publishing held the same wonder as that first magic club meeting.
Every book on craft, every interview with a published author, every article in Writer’s Digest mesmerized me as the coins did. And going to my first writing conference in ’06? Disneyland!
A year later I became a category coordinator for the ACFW Genesis contest and secretly dreamed of a day when I would be asked to judge an entry. And dreamed of a day when I would enter my own manuscript in the Genesis contest.
I dreamed of the time I would get an agent, then a contract. I fantasized about the day I would hold my own novel, and about the day I’d get an e-mail from a reader saying my book had impacted them. I got a bit giddy when pretending another author would ask me to endorse their book.
Now those days of wonder are gone. I got the agent and the contract. I sat on my front porch and held my first novel in my hands, and my eyes grew moist. Holding my second novel was different. It was nice, but it didn’t get suddenly dusty like it did the first time.
Don’t misunderstand. I love being where I’m at on the publishing journey. And I know there is more wonder coming. But it’s different now.
I suppose this entire post is a way to say to those of you who aren't yet published, indie or traditional, trust me, while it’s hard waiting, there is magic in those moments. Savor them. They won’t come again.
James L. Rubart is the best-selling and Christy
award winning author of six novels. He’s also a professional speaker, and marketer
who helps businesses and authors make more coin of the realm. In his free time
he dirt bikes, hikes, golfs, takes photos, and occasionally does sleight of
hand. No, he doesn’t sleep much. He lives with his amazing wife and two sons in
the Pacific Northwest and still thinks he’s young enough to water ski like a
madman. More at http://jameslrubart.com/
You'er so right, Jim. My journey was long, really long, but I loved every minute of it. The hardest part is when deadlines come, you have to say no to some things. I dislike saying no to anyone...unless it's the tax man.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the essence of life here, Jim. In horse racing it was that first year, that first win, that first, first, first until everything became routine. You see things from the inside out instead of the outside in and they always look different from that view - sometimes not so nice, pretty, or full of the "glory" we gave them.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing I've ever known that's held its glory and magnificence is the Lord.