I feel a preface is necessary for this blog post. For anyone that doesn't want to harsh reality of the writing world, please, don't read any more. I repeat, this is not going to be a happy blog post.
*** a little additional time to REALLY decide if you want to read it ***
Okay, if you've made it this far you have decided that sometimes it's okay to read fact, even if it isn't glamorous.
Lately, I've been feeling down when it comes to writing. I've submitted query letters and sample chapters to over 20 different companies and agents. Statistically, most have rejected me. I've had a few places request full manuscripts with a promise of a potential response in about 16 weeks.
Writing a book is easy. Trying to convince strangers they want to read it is impossible. Well, it's not actually impossible but it sure does feel that way. It's like I'm in a desert. I know there is an oasis close to me but I can't see it and the longer I'm out under the blazing sun the more I start to doubt that it actually exist.
It's my life goal to leave a positive impact on as many lives as possible and I've always wanted to do this through the act of writing. It's hard to remember that when I'm drowning in repetitive failure. So I'm taking a step back now and remembering why I'm doing this in the first place.
There is going to be failure in anything that you try to do. There will be times when you open your email is full of rejection letters. At some point, you're going to scream with despair wondering why you put so much time into something that isn't paying off but I promise you stick with it. It might be tomorrow, ten years from now or on your death bed but I promise you if you keep running at the brick wall in front of you, eventually it will fall down.
Thank you for indulging me in my brief and random rant about failure and my attempt at a pep talk. I can tell you one thing, I wasn't born to be a cheerleader.