It's beyond frigid here in northeast Ohio, like I know it is elsewhere. This is the window in my outside garage door. Beautiful, I think. The kids have off from school today. I'm hoping my daughter's riding lesson is cancelled as well. I don't want to hang out in that barn that's already cold enough. It's -12 and -25 with the wind chill, I believe. A good day to stay in and rent a movie, but first I feel the need to vent.
I'm feeling down this week. Down about my writing and the chances of getting my novel published, down about my weight and dislike of workouts, down about well-meaning friends/acquaintances who think they can comment about said weight and dislike of workouts (you can't, BTW, no one can!) down about agents and publishers who don't even acknowlege my submissions (I know...everyone's busy). (Dan, if you're reading this, don't get mad at me...I'm just venting frustration). Ugh. Sorry. Had to purge that publicly. I waiting to hear if my Six Sentences have made it into their next book and also on short story I submitted for another lit journal. I really hope both of these pieces see the light of day. It's these small victories that keep me going.
Okay. Excuse me while I hoist up my boot straps. I did open my email and receive a positive note--my blog was randomly chosen from the lottery at Query Tracker and I won an upgraded membership for one year! They're also going to post the link to my blog on their blog. Woo hoo!! I never win anything. Maybe this points to brighter things in my future. And if you're someone who's visiting my blog from the link on their web site, welcome! I'm not usually this forlorn. I think the cold's gotten to my brain. Stay warm, everyone!
3 comments:
I hear ya, sister.
As I say to my kids when they have a bad day, tomorrow will be better. (For some reason, they still believe me.)
Amy, I've felt everything you're feeling and of course, it will get better. I think the publishing world is a game and it's a WAITING game. Your skin will grow thicker in time - meanwhile keep writing! Almost no one I work with was interested in my novel - so now when they're not interested in my chapbook - I'm not surprised and I don't really care - their loss.
So what if this novel doesn't get published. Don't get too attached to it. If the first novel you actually write gets published, you are freakishly talented or dumb lucky. You have talent, but just like the rest of us, you'll probably have two or three learning novels in the drawer before you "get your break." But it won't be a break, you'll have learned and earned it.
And I coach seven girls who throw the shot, hammer and discus in college. All of them dwarf me. All of them are beautiful. None of them think so. They're wrong.
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