Over the past year, I’ve written for publications I read growing up. Though most outlets weren’t lucrative, this work built a portfolio of clips from many different industries. During the next year, I plan to focus even more closely on establishing my writing career.
About nine months ago, I began treating my writing as a business rather than as a hobby. I took calculated risks, shamelessly promoted myself, and began hustling. Once I did, I started asking the right (and the wrong) questions of more experienced writers. I read everything I could find about business writing, and started implementing their techniques.
Now, I’ve hit a plateau. Since September, my month of just doing it, I haven’t placed an article in a new market. I’ve had more pitches rejected than ever before. Conversely, I’ve pitched more new outlets than ever before.
But I’m still scared — still anxious that my writing isn’t good or quippy or editable. That it won’t be enough, and because of it, I won’t be enough. It’s still a scary possibility to me, and it’s one that I’m no longer willing to entertain.
A few days ago, I hit the point where I refuse to take crap from anyone. Including myself. As a result, this line of thought is no longer tolerated because I am enough, both in writing and in life. With this attitude, I will break into new markets, learn about new topics, and generally kick ass.
With this attitude, no one can stand in my way. Watch out.