Before I came back to writing, I worked for many years as a craftsperson on the art fair circuit. I faced multiple rejections and setbacks, but I persevered. Though I never was accepted into an American Craft Council show, I did become a member of the Southern Highlands Craft Guild. Two different steps on a similar ladder.
This week, my writing world has been one fraught with despair and hope. My agent, now former agent, decided to let go clients whose work had not yet sold. The tone of the e-mail was of the "something going on in my life" variety. It doesn't stop the hurt. We were midway through the submission process with a manuscript so dear to me, that I'm now left feeling directionless.
In a fit of tenacity and pluck, I sent out a couple of queries for the manuscript I signed with, but had never been shopped. I also entered in The Writer's Voice competition. Great, wonderful, admirable. Yes. I can see that.
But today, this is how I feel.
But here I am, stripping the Emperor once again, because we've all been in this spot. And of anyone who could possibly know how I'm feeling, it's my other writer friends. It shouldn't matter what other people think. We shouldn't care. But when you pour yourself on the page, you do care.
And we persevere. And one day, hopefully soon, I'll trust myself on the page again. Thanks for listening.