There were days doing hair (18 hour days, I might add),when all I wanted to do was to bump someone’s ends and send them on their way. I’m tired, my feet hurt, and all I could think about was the hot bubble bath that was calling my name at home. Because of overworking myself, my work got sloppy, and I didn’t care if my work was up to my client’s standards. I just wanted to go home.
When my boss pulled me aside I expected her to commend me on all the money I was bringing in.
“You do good work,” she said. “But you stopped doing your best work.”
I was upset at first, but then I let her criticism sink in. She was right. I stopped caring about the quality of my work, and started doing an assembly-line of clients. In and out, in and out–my work became a revolving door of mediocrity. I was getting sloppy.
That lesson taught me to always send out my best work. Right now I have a small reader base, but that doesn’t give me an excuse to just throw my next book together. My readers deserve better.
So as I’m going through a major re-write of my book, “Unbeweavable”, I’m giving it my all. I’m not writing a good book, I’m writing the best book I can.
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