Tuesday, October 18
I've been riding this same old mare for twenty years. Lovely Fawn. Well, that's a post for Ridingwrite.
Riding one horse for twenty years.
The same amount of time I've been writing, trying to sell.
I can't believe it myself.
My daughter was five, just starting Kindergarten when I began. She's a Junior in college now.
I began after I went to a non-credit class at the same college she's now attending. Wow.
But, really, this post isn't about how old I am. Old! Ha!
I read a rant by an author on another blog the other day, railing against agents and editors. I won't go into all the details, but she was ugly, including flipping off the camera. You can read it for yourself here:
Don't get me wrong. I get mad, discouraged and very frustrated by this business. Who doesn't? I rail sometimes. But I do it in private or to very close, trusted friends and CPs. I bet NYT best sellers get tired and discouraged at times. I know they do. A friend quit last year after a particularly hard year.
But I haven't quit.
I had a hard time early on. My grammar was so bad a mentor told me I should go back to the eighth grade to re-learn it. I quit an agent who has a lot of authors you would recognize by their published books. I walked away from writing for a year.
There's nothing wrong with wanting an agent. There's nothing wrong with wanting to sell to NY. Is it close to impossible? Yes. But it does happen. Last year, after nationals, G. Jillian Stone sold. So did Robin Perrini, who a (defunct chapter) mate used to brainstorm with way back in the day.
My aggravation with writers who write one or two manuscripts, get a rejection, maybe two, or enter a contest and get hammered, then quit or self pub because editors are assholes, is huge.
If I had that mentality, I would have quit nineteen years ago after an editor told me to learn to write.
Or after my 15th manuscript that didn't sell.
Like that lovely old mare, who only grew better with age, so have I. My writing is good enough to land me an up and coming agent. Branded is the best thing I've ever written. I have hopes it might be the one.
So, instead of whining, bitching and moaning about how hard things are, get tough, people.