Another writer posted on a kid-lit chat board that she no
longer cared if she got published. Her post made me reflect on my own journey.
I’m either lazy or impressed with my post (possibly both) that I thought I
would repeat it here.
When I began submitting, I gave myself an allowance: a
number of rejections before I should give it up. (It was a ridiculously low
number.)
When that number passed, I gave myself a time-frame by which
I must have my first acceptance. (It too was absurdly short, in hindsight.)
Then I decided I must get my ‘break’ before I reach a
certain age.
When that came and went, I took stock. I realized that I was
happiest writing the first draft to a new story. The rest was justification for
spending the time.
That settled it- I will throw in the towel when I no longer
have these precious moments of happiness and can not see the point. No more
numbers, dates, benchmarks.
That was when the first acceptance sneaked up on me. I’ve
had many moments of happiness since, getting acquainted with parts of the
process I hadn’t had a chance to before.
But no matter, I know THE
WRITING IS THE THING.
You have a wonderful philosophy, Mirka. And I'm so glad that first acceptance made its appearance and then the second also. I hope for many more for you, even if you're satisfied with just the writing process. It's good that others will get to read what you have to share. :)
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ReplyDeleteIf you don't mind, I would like to copy this post into a document on my computer. It will stay there; I like the way you express what so many of us have been through.