When I received my first book contract, I was over the moon! I'd completed a full manuscript and someone liked it well enough to offer me a contract! Wow! Oh yes, it was the first book I'd ever written. Statistically, most writers never sell their first book. A double yahoo!
BUT...the naysayers were very happy to step in and point out my publisher was an online publisher. Those two words were spoken with a sneer and eye roll. One might have forced them to eat brussel sprouts [apologies to those who like brussel sprouts.]. The flush of excitement quickly faded and I downplayed any further progress around those souls.
At my book signing, an affair I'd done all the preparations for despite the naysayers, the result was not as I'd expected and I doubted my chosen craft.
Thirteen published books later [with MANY to come], I wonder how many of the naysayers are online published now? Since all of the REAL publishers finally realized the massive savings online publishing presented, they've all jumped on the bandwagon.
This sad little tale brings to mind what I wanted to write about today.
We have lost the art of celebration. When a friend or child wins something, anything, do not spoil it by pointing out how they could have won earlier or the win was a real one because of the opinion of others.
Celebrate the win--for this moment. Allow them to revel in the joy of right now. The naysayers will always be there. Be a cheerleader. It will come back to reward you.
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