It is not one who makes it so

I have recently been involved in a crowd sourcing fundraiser.  This experience has taught me a valuable lesson. It takes more than one to bring a dream to fruition. While some like to think it is a solitary effort, it is not.  One can raise a child by oneself, but the creation of such a life is easier and more fulfilling when done with a community, and never without another’s help. Allow me to explain this from a an artist’s ( here an author’s)  point of view. 

To an artist, our work is like a child. We have the dream, we work to bring that dream into reality: to make it possible, to see it grow, to watch that spark of ourselves become more than what we originally hoped for. It involves sweat, pain, joy,ecstasy, work, and hope. We have the dream. We nurture it. We cry over failures and sing for successes. We hope it will touch lives beyond us for good things.  Yet in the end, we cannot do it alone.  

We have those who support us in our struggle to find time to write. We have those who encourage us to to continue even when we have doubts about our ability. We have beta-readers who give us feedback on what what we might be doing correctly or wrongly. Those who lift us when we need it, and those write us ‘reality checks’ when we are too full of hubris. 

In the end, we authors, no matter how independent or alone we feel, have whole community ready to keep us afloat, to bring our ream from conception to birth to adulthood (ie publication). Be those people beta readers, friends who remind us we need to keep moving forward, or just clue-by-four upside the head, they are there. 

We do not act alone. While final say and keeping true to the vision is our own responsibility, we depend on others to bring the dream to manifestation and maturity.  

And we need our readers to show support by buying the product of our sweat, dreams, and tears. While the work has its own rewards, authors and all artist are bound by the reality of eating, a home, and so on. In my case, taking care of my baby puppy, Monster. Some have children to send to college, or mortgages, or those and other things. 

Sometimes this dreaming thing is sweet as apple-blossom honey, and sometimes bitter as gall, in the end it helps us create a thing beyond what we hoped for: a thing that will live beyond our own lives, and touch other lives. 

This holds true in the artistic world, the spiritual world (for how much easier is it to develop a connection to the Divine when you have other to help you in the Great Work?), and the mundane realm. One can move alone, but to have a community to support you emotionally and spiritually is beyond compare, unless you have also a life-partner who helps. But barring that, our working requires more than a single person.

An author’s works are his/her child of the heart – the result of dreams, conception, and manifestation. but to bring those concepts to a mundane world needs more than single mind.  

My GoFundMe fund raiser has reminded me of these things. I am blessed to have such people in my life. Even if I never am published, my community has given strength to continue, to pursue the dream, the bring my children to readers everywhere, and in hope beyond hope, to touch lives beyond my fragile mortal frame. 

It take a village to raise a child, and make that child something more than the parent. You all are my village. 

Thank you. 

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About jdfitch2013

Author of Yong Adult, High and Urban Fantasy, and Science Fiction. Many of my works, though not all, feature LGBT protagonists. Why? Because LGBT people, especially the young, need heroes as well and not just as side-kicks or tertiary characters.
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