Author R.A. Gasparac

Here we go again. This time I am not making any promises about updating more regularly. I am not trying to be the next blogging sensation that imparts little value to people, so when I feel the need to write about soimething it will be genuine.

I am aware this is not the ideal way to build a writers platform – but I dont believe in spamming my readers with content they dont care about. This is who I am and I am PERFECTLY IMPIOERFECT. (see what I did there?)

We’ve all been there. Traffic. Just the other day while i was sitting in my usual commute home I had a thought, and used my powers of observation and noticed Traffic is the perfect analogy of how we as humans react to adversity. For the sake of this being a blog about my trials and tribulations on being a writer, I will use them to that context ( but honestly they speak of any situation).

Like in traffic, there are three types of aspiring writers. The first, want to barrel through the obstacles without want or care of hitting another vehicle or increasing the length of time traffic for themselves and others by becoming a hazard.

Ok, what do I mean by this? This aspiring writer just wants to barrel through the entire process, not taking time to gague the temperature of thier readers, or potential warning signs that will further delay them ( like a lane ending but you cut into the highway on-ramp and get hit by another vehicle who had the right of way – because you crossed a line.)

The second type of writer/driver tests which lane is most likley to garner results. You will see them respectfully switch lanes when an opening appears, and they drive responsibly. They are trying out new methods of results even though they know there is a risk that they will spend more time in the communte – however they have that knowledghe for another day.

This type of writer is doing the first big step in honing thier craft. They are willing to make the mistakes, and learn from them. This is how we as humans improove. We arent trying to get to the end game any more quickly than anyone else, but we strive to learn the patterns around us, and how we can better shape them in the future.

The final type is where I found myself. The lane moving the slowest. You ask why I chose to purposly be in the lane where traffic is moving at a snails pace – when I could be zipping and darting around trying every method to get my writing noticed. Because I had traveled that stretch of road more times than I could count and I knew the easiest way was to get in the lane that everyone would initially try to get out of – but when construction zones begun – I knew they would all soon . So in a sense everyone got themselves out of my way so I could get by.

First I had to be the second type of driver, testing out what worked and didnt. Like all traffic, the only way to do so is to sit through the slow and fast parts, wait when I needed to, and move forward when it was my turn. I saved more time staying in the slower lane so I could speed up past all the other lanes.

Where are you sitting in traffic?