This writing thing is great, I love it.
But it also sucks. Big time.
It’s inevitable that if things go well, they have to be pretty rubbish as well. It’s balance, just part of life: stuff goes up, it’s gotta come down too – else how will you ever know how good, good is if you haven’t also experienced the bad?
That’s what I’m telling myself at the moment, anyway. I’m feeling pretty dejected about the state of my career at the moment – I’ve had a few too many rejections close together, basically – and I’m wondering if I will ever “make it”. It happens at least once a year and usually goes something like this:
ME: Husband, I have been rejected from blah, blah and blah. What do they want, blood? Or how about my first born son? Hmmmmm?
HUSBAND: Well, dunno about the first one but the first born son is in the living room, dear. You could offer. You never know.
ME: Oh ha ha. I am bereft of ribs from laughing so much. Aren’t you going to give me any sympathy?
HUSBAND: Sure, poor you. Now stop whining. You know how hard it is to get through this writing lark, even if you are good. People all warned you. And you’ve only been doing it five minutes. Just keep going.
ME: But what if the reason I’m not getting anywhere is because I’m no good?
HUSBAND: Right, you’re no good. That’s why unconnected people say you are, for no reason at all. Now please be quiet. And make my dinner.
This is why I married my husband: everything is so straight forward to him. You’re disappointed in a result? Then look at what you’re doing. Anything wrong there, anything you could be doing instead?
I can’t think of anything. I’ve done the courses, built the contacts, worked on my craft, polished my specs til they shine like new pennies, got the necessary feedback on them too – acres of it. Although confusing that I can’t seem to break through that glass ceiling just yet, maybe it’s just a case of serving my time.
So I have to just keep going.
And not whine.
And if you feel the same way as me right now (or in the future), so do you.