It’s time for another confession, and (brace yourself) this one is really naughty.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had the tendency to rush things. I started walking earlier than my brothers did, I used to sneak and finish my homework before class was over, and my first word wasn’t “mama” or “dada.” It was “airplane.”
Most of the time, the consequences of this habitual impatience are slight. My husband and dated for an almost embarrassingly short period of time, and yet I’ve never regretted getting married when we did. Not once.
But when it comes to my writing, and especially the publishing process–upon which I’ve recently embarked and have promised to blog about–I can’t help but wonder if it might have been smarter to wait. Or, at least, safer. Certainly less stressful, right?
I’ve read a lot of advice on the subject, and I feel like there are some very good points for the “slow and steady” school of thought, as well as the “quick and dirty.”
But I haven’t asked for YOUR opinion, at least not overtly.
So, universe. What do you think? Should I put on the brakes, let down the sails, pause and reassess? Or should I strap on my crash helmet, throw caution to the wind, and continue onward at breakneck speed?