Writer, Oh Thy Name is Tenacity by Catherine Castle

 

The dictionary defines tenacity as “the quality of the state of being tenacious, as in persistence.” When a person is tenacious they hold fast to things and are not easily pulled apart.

We’ve taken a number of trips and on each one we have driven past trees growing in sheer rock. Not a speck of dirt to be seen on the sides of the cliffs that harbored these trees and shrubs. No visible sustenance to feed plants. No easy route through loose dirt for the roots to delve into. Yet these trees survive, which is no easy trick. I know because as a gardener who gardens in sand, I have trouble keeping plants alive. I couldn’t even begin to plant in solid rock. Yet these trees find a crack, a foothold for their roots, and, somehow, manage to grow.

Since I’m always on the lookout for blog material, I decided on the first trip I would try to get a decent shot of a tree growing from the side of a cliff. I thought, “What better picture to illustrate tenacity than a tree growing out of a rocky cliff?”

I won’t tell you how many pictures I took from the inside of the car as we sped down the interstate at 65 miles per hour, running my phone battery dead in an attempt to get one decent shot of a tree shooting out of the side of a cliff. Suffice it to say, four trips later I finally got a picture that satisfied me. Had I thought about it, I could have turned the camera around and snapped my picture, because I was determined to get a photo to go with my blog. However, that wouldn’t have been as interesting as the tree.

I think tenacity is interesting. Being tenacious is more than pure stubbornness and more than just refusing to do something. Tenacity, as in “not easily pulled apart,” implies strength. This stick-to-it-attitude makes us humans follow through on whatever we’ve started. Tenacity gets us up in the morning and out the door to work. Because of tenacity we hold on to someone we love and we fight for causes dear to our hearts. Tenacity is what spurs us on when we’d rather sit down and give up.

Writers are one of the most tenacious sets of people I know. We face rejection from editors and agents time and time again, yet we keep sending out our books. We often face bad reviews or bad sales, but we keep on trying. If one book doesn’t sell, we hope the next one will, and we start the writing process again. In fact, we often write the second and third and fourth books before our first book is even sold. We spend copious amounts of time marketing and doing social media because we have been told that is what sells our books, so, tenacious beings that writers are, we market, we write, we market, and we write some more.

So the next time you pick up a book consider the tenacity that it took for the author to get that book onto the store’s real or virtual shelves. It will make you appreciate what you’re reading even more.

 

About the Author:

Multi-award winning author Catherine Castle loves writing, reading, traveling, singing, theatre, quilting and gardening. She’s a passionate gardener whose garden won a “Best Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club. She writes sweet and inspirational romances. You can find her award-winning Soul Mate books The Nun and the Narc and A Groom for Mama, on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Follow her on Twitter @AuthorCCastle, FB or her blog.

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4 Responses to Writer, Oh Thy Name is Tenacity by Catherine Castle

  1. Beth Carter says:

    Very true. Great post!

  2. sueberger3 says:

    So true!
    From Irish magic.
    They took another route back to the car park picking their way carefully through the giant slabs of limestone and occasional pockets of green. Straw-colored thistle heads and wildflowers poked their way through the cracks in the rock.
    “There’s an important lesson in here. Flowers break rocks.” Kate bent to snap a picture of a patch of tiny lavender flowers. “I’m not sure what the lesson is, but I know it’s important.”
    “It means,” Brad said, “that the seeming fragile things of life are often tougher than the big heavy things. Like, love. Love is stronger than all the crappy stuff we’ve done to each other. There’s still hope for this world.”
    Michael and Kate looked at Brad in silence.
    “That was very profound,” Kate said. “I didn’t know you could be profound.”
    “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Brad strode ahead.
    Michael turned to Kate. “He’s a very clever man. You’ve chosen well.”
    “How kind of you to say so,” Kate said sweetly. Stupid man and his stupid assumptions.

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