Irresistible Forces: PUHâ€”UUUUUUUSHHHHHH!
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Contrast.
My organization Â has Â a Â buzzword Â thatâ€™s Â overused: pushback. As in, â€œI got a lot of pushback from that scummy contractor Â when Â I Â questionedÂ Â his Â accountingÂ Â procedures.â€ Meaning, â€œresistance.â€
I work very hard to make things happen rather than sitting by idly Â and expecting Â others to take care of me. But as Iâ€™ve been told before, I sometimes work so hard to bring it to me and then push it away when it arrives. Iâ€™m determined not to keep doing that.
One of the 17 things Iâ€™d called for to manifest in December was Â lots Â of book Â sales Â and ways Â to make Â lots more happen. Almost everything Iâ€™d called for in December has happened but this is one where thereâ€™s been some pushback, or resistance, to fulfillmentâ€¦and Iâ€™m the cause of it. I brought it to me, then shoved it away.
The morning Â of the day that Daddy died, I started getting calls from reporters and reviewers for interviews. Not good timing, I told myself. I need to update all my websites, I need to launch the new website, and then immediately Â followed Â by Â the Â news Â about Â Daddy Â and Â my needing to take care of family and emotional business. So I pushed Â the interviewsÂ aside for a Â while. Â They Â would have spurred book sales in December but the timing was bad, bad, bad for me personally.
The morning after Daddy died, I started getting calls from distributors Â and library wholesalers Â who wanted to carry my books, with a couple of Spilled Candy books for kids getting a lot of focus. Â Unfortunately, Â I didnâ€™t have everything I needed with me in Georgia and wasnâ€™t in the right frame of mind for business and the timing was bad, so I put them off.
Back in November, when Daddy was in the hospital, I got caught up in family stuff and didnâ€™t realize my membership Â in Â an Â organization Â of Â 10,000 Â writers Â had Â just lapsed, and I had a suspense novel (â€œDark Revelationsâ€) that I wanted to submit to them for a prestigious competition because I think it has a really good shot. When I realized I had about 2 days left to rectify the situation and that I had not missed the Â deadline, I took it as a sign of one of the good things Iâ€™d called in back Â in Â November and Â finished Â the Â paperwork Â just Â in Â the Â knick Â of Â time. Then Daddy died and I didnâ€™t get the books in the mail for the competition. Actually, I forgot all about it. Yesterday morning, I got a reminder notice from the award coordinator Â and Â quickly Â messaged Â Shannon Â to Â have Â her package and send the books so theyâ€™d arrive in time withoutÂ having Â to Â be Â overnighted. Â The Â message Â didnâ€™t Â get through. My first instinct when I learned this was, â€œOh, well. Thereâ€™s no way the Â books will make it on time. I might as well forget about the award.â€
So all the things Iâ€™d been doing to attract that particular good thing Â into my life were laid at my feet and I nearly walked Â away from them all because of lousy timing.
I feel like the Incredible Hulk ripping off my shirt and stomping forward (just not so green or bicep-y). Itâ€™s a big puh-uuuuuush!
Iâ€™ve rescheduled my interviews and reviews for January, returned Â the distributors Â and wholesalersâ€™ Â calls and set up those accounts, and I overnighted the books to the award coordinator Â to Â make Â sure Â they Â get Â there Â by Â the deadline, with time to spare. The thing is, once I pushed hard, it suddenly got easy again, as if everything shifted and the momentum started up again.
I guess I just had to clear the goo that was piling up around my feet so I could start moving forward again. Or at least stepping over the immovable objects.