I’m one of those who will always answer a call to adventure. Call me O. Henry-esque. Ever since I read The Green Door, or how the pursuit of a mythical green door launched a young romantic into the arms of a woman who desperately needed his support, I’ve promised myself I will follow where my curiosity takes me.
A few weeks ago, while walking down the street, my sixth sense invited me inside an office building. Looking at the directory, something grabbed my attention. Brains Design and Writing it said. Ok brains is good but writing, oh yes, be still my heart! The office space promised writers within it. My kinda people.
When I arrived at the door it was open so I walked in. “Take me to your leader” I said to some guys sitting on their desktops and they pointed to yet another open door.
There she was.
The creative director, the brains of the operation was grounded and she talked to me and I felt words spilling out of my mouth because she was attracting them like a magnet. To her I expressed my desire to join her extended support team as a freelancer living and working just across the street from her office (with a magnificent view, I might add). She was polite though she probably thought I was nuts but gave me her card and encouraged me to submit my writing.
There was no response to my e-mail so I thought it was time to make another physical appearance.
I dropped off my prized copy of the anthology I contributed to and published with six other writers. This was my masterpiece and the creative production I was most proud of in my whole entire life. I’d brought together a ragtag group of wanna-be writers and transformed them into published authors – no easy feat. Here was the sole copy, one signed by each of the writers expressing their gratitude to me for bringing them together and making this book happen. In short, this copy of “Pieces of North Shore” was the physical evidence that I had a creative spark in me which I’d communicated to six others and we were able to bring it out of our imaginations to take shape as an actual book.
It was one of my most valued possessions.
After several more weeks of e-mailing to set up a coffee date and getting no response, I thought that maybe she didn’t like e-mailing. I didn’t give up on her. I suppose the rational person would think to themselves “she thinks my work is rubbish and of no value to her so I’ll just give up” but I didn’t. Partly because I worked in sales for a while and one of the things they tell you is to never give up because on average it takes thirteen instances of contact for a person to agree to meet with you. People are busy, busy, busy (sometimes too busy to take care of themselves and their business to build efficiencies like a personal or an automated support team to organise their diary and do all the sh*t they shouldn’t be doing) and they will not make time for a stranger unless that stranger is committed enough to the relationship to aid in realising their priorities with less time and effort.
I mean, sure, I could be all like “who the hell does she think she is…” and cut off my efforts but I sense very strongly in my heart that she’s someone worth pursuing. She’s a fellow writer and those people are awesome in my book.
So this week, I’ve got a presentation to do for the local business network Bx about the power of stories to create emotional bonds. As small business owners, our greatest asset is our stories which make up our Unique Value Proposition. My published anthology was to be my prop, to show that I’d succeeded in publishing a book with six others as part of a team. I had to get my sole copy of the sacred book back from the brainy creative director.
So I dropped in on her last week.
She was in the middle of a mind storm. I could feel the tension in the air and I could see on the board all the campaigns she’d launched for clients. Despite her obvious priorities, she was polite and looked for the book when I asked her for it. It could possibly be that she’s English, which makes her automatically polite and unable to throw out an intruder with a “Get out. I’ll get in touch if I need you”, which is what I’d do with my Eastern-European-American directness (rudeness?). She’s a better person than I.
After some shuffling of piles on her desk she said “I must’ve thrown it away”…
My jaw dropped.
Lady, I gave you the most meaningful piece of work I created thus far in my life and you threw it in the bin?
I asked her to check again and she did, very kind of her but again no sign of the book so I accepted that it was binned, taken away and rotting in landfill somewhere for possibly no one else to read.
I was bummed out. My precious brainchild given to the care of another writer only for her to reject it. Crushed.
Today I’m filled with gratitude.
The experience of having created that anthology is with me and it is with the six others who contributed. I don’t need to associate with the form, the physical manifestation of the creative force within us. The object, in this case, a book, has no power and good on her for throwing it away for me. I’m now freed to keep creating.
Instead of talking about a past, mediocre piece of work, I’m pushed in the right direction to keep chipping away at “How to Create Time”…
And as for you, dear fellow writer, I hope we can have a chat about some of the books I’m reading on how to do less with more, use automation as leverage and the like, which I think will give you back your precious time so you can create (and not manage), which I suspect is your unique genius.
When you’re ready…
Schedule a 15 minute time spot with me at your location of convenience, simply by clicking the link below and finding a Thursday or a Friday and a time suitable to you. This whole process takes less than a minute of your time:
Looking forward to helping you reclaim your time to create…