It's Been Awhile
Yes, I have been a negligent blogger. Then I was reminded by Sybir, who is incredible at keeping up her posts, that I should be blogging ... it's good for the writing soul.
But I've been out of the game for awhile. I've been working on growing my side business with my husband, which is a good reason. Though it is not the only reason.
I was depressed, frustrated, and angry with the publishing business and writing in general.
I wanted to see progress in my writing career, and I was getting nowhere. Many of the writers I had met when I first became serious about making this a career are well on their way to success with multiple books published.
What happened to me? Where did I go wrong? Am I not good enough? Did I not try hard enough?
I attended workshops. I read books on writing. I wrote and rewrote and revised some more until I got a blister on my pinkie and my eyesight worsen. But I got rejection, after rejection, after rejection.
I felt like an abject failure. I didn't deserve to be in the company of writers—or to call myself a writer.
But progress doesn't have to be measured in publishing contracts. It can be measured in improvement in writing. It can be measured in growth of character from dealing with each rejection. It can be measured in the bonds formed on the battlefield with others who are going through—or have gone through—the same ordeals.
I made up my mind that I want to succeed in this business. And if that's the case, I need to treat this like a job. I need to focus my energies on crafting the best story I can. And, most importantly, I need to believe in myself.
But I've been out of the game for awhile. I've been working on growing my side business with my husband, which is a good reason. Though it is not the only reason.
I was depressed, frustrated, and angry with the publishing business and writing in general.
I wanted to see progress in my writing career, and I was getting nowhere. Many of the writers I had met when I first became serious about making this a career are well on their way to success with multiple books published.
What happened to me? Where did I go wrong? Am I not good enough? Did I not try hard enough?
I attended workshops. I read books on writing. I wrote and rewrote and revised some more until I got a blister on my pinkie and my eyesight worsen. But I got rejection, after rejection, after rejection.
I felt like an abject failure. I didn't deserve to be in the company of writers—or to call myself a writer.
But progress doesn't have to be measured in publishing contracts. It can be measured in improvement in writing. It can be measured in growth of character from dealing with each rejection. It can be measured in the bonds formed on the battlefield with others who are going through—or have gone through—the same ordeals.
I made up my mind that I want to succeed in this business. And if that's the case, I need to treat this like a job. I need to focus my energies on crafting the best story I can. And, most importantly, I need to believe in myself.
