Bad writing month?
December 11, 2010 § 3 Comments
Apparently acceptances can be even more disappointing than rejections, depending on the outcome. It happens periodically that, admist the sea of rejections, there’ s an occasional ‘yes, we would love to publish your story’. Yes!! It’s what makes it worth continuing with the submissions amid growing piles of rejections.
Except for when the acceptance turns into ‘sorry, we are no longer able to publish your story for #insert reason here’. Raise my hopes and spirits and then drop me from a great height? Thanks for that. At least sometimes they apologise, and even seem to mean it.
It certainly doesn’t help to receive a deluge of seriously negative critique on a recent story at -exactly the same time-. Ever feel like the universe is fucking with your head?
I’m looking at my Writer’s Scribe and I realise it’s been many weeks since I last submitted anything. I tried a fortnight or so ago, really I did. I stared for quite a while at Albedo One‘s short fiction event, and I didn’t have the courage to try.
Is this the real test? Given the enormous variation in the types – and honestly, quality – of literature that gets published, in all its myriad forms, I feel like only about half of the battle is learning to write ‘well’ (whatever that means – ask ten people and get ten different definitions of ‘good’ writing). The other half is sheer pig-headed stubbornness and a thick skin. Those of us who don’t have the thick skin will have to improvise.
It’s time to get back to my policy of ‘who cares if it’s painful – do it anyway’. Follow own advice. If you want something enough, it ought to be worth the setbacks, the crisis of confidence every couple of weeks, the constant beating down of the self-esteem. If believing in oneself doesn’t seem to be possible yet, at least toughen up and accept the kicks in the teeth.
Here’s a song to cheer us all up while I send out another round of rejections-in-the-making. Breathe in, breathe out. Onward.