I often say that people should set short time achievable goals and crazy long term dreams. The thing is, we live in a world of small steps. Even though we don’t like to admit it, even though we often choose to search for a shortcut, progress is an extremely slow process. Excruciatingly so at times.
So it’s understandable that this year I set out to write. That’s the most important thing a writer can do. I wanted to publish 2 novels and a few short stories, which I did. Then, I wanted to sell a few books. Not a precise number… I just wanted to sell a few books. Self-publishers know how difficult it is to sell just one copy of your book. Not ten, not a thousand, just one.
This year, the goal was simple: don’t give up. No matter what, don’t give up. Not with my writing, not with this blog.
And that’s another important rule of being… anything, actually. You have to finish stuff. You have to keep going, even when you feel like standing still. Because no one else is willing to do the work for you.
This was the goal for this year. Write, don’t give up, have some fun, and be patient. No matter what.
Then irevuo happened. And I found an idea, an ideal, a dream, worth fighting for.
Believe me when I say that I want for my writing to mean something to folks. I want to make readers cry, laugh, fall in and out of love with my characters. I want for my words to change the world someday. That’s the ideal, the crazy dream, that thing no one can grant you; something you can’t buy.
So I had a crazy dream before, but I just added another one on the list. I thought about it, I tried to imagine what it would be and what it would mean to me, as a writer, to my career, how it would affect me. And I decided that the price, the time and work I would invest in this dream, were all worth it.
Because I knew I was going to have fun. I knew there was something I had to say, something that I had to change in this world.
The same way I felt when I first started writing 8 years ago.
I only needed to acquire the right tools. I needed a team, I needed some money to pay for all the technical stuff, I needed a logo, a name, and I needed to find people interested in this idea.
And I found all that. In just one month.
And today I spent a lot of time thinking about what this month really meant. What did I achieve?
That’s the only way to answer this question. Just today I realized that people invested in this dream, people contributed to nothing more than a promise. They believed that I can do what I want to do.
Some times we lose faith, we lose confidence. It happens.
But this month, maybe for the first time in a long, long time, I knew everything was going to be okay. Because I knew that a lot of people believed in me. Their confidence gave me strength.
Yeah, I know, it’s a cheesy thing to say. But it’s true. The idea that you can spend all your life trusting and relying on no one but yourself is a lie. We’re social beings. We need others. We can’t spend all our lives fighting a war with everyone else.
The logical thing to ask is, what would have happened if we hadn’t reached our goal? If no one had contributed?
The answer is, I would have fought on. Remember my goal? Never give up.
What I’m really trying to say is that what happened with this project means more to me that the money we raised. It’s a vote of confidence from people whom I never met. People living half a world away.
Strange world we live in, with this Internet thingy and whatever.
With this post irevuo week is over. We still got 12 hours to go on our main Indiegogo campaign. Of course, any last minute contributions are more than welcome. You can also check out our irevuo magazine campaign here.
irevuo will go live before Christmas. That’s something I can promise, and I’ll do my best to keep this promise.
Tomorrow, life goes back to normal. Or close to normal, that is. I feel like writing a new blog series next week, but I don’t have any ideas on what. If you have any suggestions, please let me know in the comment box below, and maybe I’ll be able to write about it.