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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Finding Inspiration in Dark Places
(Good catch on the title. I owe you for that one.)
Look, I’ll take what I can get. Beggers can’t be choosers. Reminding me of death and destruction only tends to make me look at the bigger picture in life and how someday before I take my last breath, I’d like to say that I actually did what I set out to do. Write a novel. Get published. Feel like I’ve accomplished a sliver of the dream. January is filled with all these things you have to do every year (taxes, ugh) and just serves as a reminder that another year has passed and I’ve yet to accomplish what I’ve set out to do in my life.
I made a promise to myself this year that come hell or high water I’m going to jump out into the deep end and get it done. I have the means to do it. I have the ability to accomplish my goal. Now I have to figure out a way to beat my mind at its own game. Even if I drown trying to get there, at least I can say I attempted it.
Writing is mental war. Just like anything else, writing is worth all the sacrifices you have to make to get the end product. It just takes a little will and determination to set out on the path. Yet, I step two feet out onto the path and it feels like I’m sinking into quicksand. Four years ago, if you’d asked me if I’d contemplate writing a novel I’d made a very rude unladylike remark and laughed you all the way out the door. A lot of things change in four years. People change. Lives change. Circumstances change. Determination waivers. Critics and haters bum you out and make you second guess everything you’ve ever done. But your heart is always the same no matter what happens. Use your heart to rule over your mind. Your heart will always find a way.
I’ve always found a way. When I was a child, my mama told me I was the most bull-headed stubbornest child she’d ever come across. I don’t put off things to do tomorrow when I can do it today. I don’t drag my feet when it comes to responsibility. I spent most of my teenage years living life full speed ahead, yet since I’ve gotten to be an adult, I’ve lost touch with the very thing that makes me… Me. That spark is what lit my fire in those early days of writing. All the pain and sadness and loneliness, fear I poured into my characters. The newness of finding my voice and finding a rhythm helped me when nothing else would’ve touched me. I felt alive through them. I want to feel that again. I want my pages to feel like life. I want the reader to feel moved and touched and as if they just lived through the story.
Instead, I’m floating around in fiction land without an anchor, inspiration lit up like a beacon in the distance and the wind is pulling me in the opposite direction.
I’m planting my feet into the sand this year. If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t have a damned thing written. It’s so pathetic. A waste of all that time and effort for nothing just because I have issues with admitting when I need help. When I need a push in the right direction. All that stubbornness is coming back to bite me in the ass. If I died tomorrow all the words inside my head would die too and for me after the worlds I’ve shifted through and characters I’ve built up that would be a shame. I just needed a reminder of what I need to accomplish. Sometimes the reminders just come in the saddest way possible.
While I realize that this is a horribly personal blog for the day, (believe me, I even debated hiding this in a dark corner and pretending I never wrote it) I think a part of my promise to myself is to be more open. I've spent years closed down because it was the only way to manage how I really felt about how the world turns around me. The only thing that serves purpose to is drowning out the creativeness. Without emotional ties and connections there is no creativity in the world around me. So here's to a new year and to a new goal and to me accomplishing something I'm more than capable of accomplishing.
What inspires you? What inspiration do you take from the world around you? Anything ever impacted your ability to write and you found yourself questioning everything you put onto paper? What helped you get past that?
Look, I’ll take what I can get. Beggers can’t be choosers. Reminding me of death and destruction only tends to make me look at the bigger picture in life and how someday before I take my last breath, I’d like to say that I actually did what I set out to do. Write a novel. Get published. Feel like I’ve accomplished a sliver of the dream. January is filled with all these things you have to do every year (taxes, ugh) and just serves as a reminder that another year has passed and I’ve yet to accomplish what I’ve set out to do in my life.
I made a promise to myself this year that come hell or high water I’m going to jump out into the deep end and get it done. I have the means to do it. I have the ability to accomplish my goal. Now I have to figure out a way to beat my mind at its own game. Even if I drown trying to get there, at least I can say I attempted it.
Writing is mental war. Just like anything else, writing is worth all the sacrifices you have to make to get the end product. It just takes a little will and determination to set out on the path. Yet, I step two feet out onto the path and it feels like I’m sinking into quicksand. Four years ago, if you’d asked me if I’d contemplate writing a novel I’d made a very rude unladylike remark and laughed you all the way out the door. A lot of things change in four years. People change. Lives change. Circumstances change. Determination waivers. Critics and haters bum you out and make you second guess everything you’ve ever done. But your heart is always the same no matter what happens. Use your heart to rule over your mind. Your heart will always find a way.
I’ve always found a way. When I was a child, my mama told me I was the most bull-headed stubbornest child she’d ever come across. I don’t put off things to do tomorrow when I can do it today. I don’t drag my feet when it comes to responsibility. I spent most of my teenage years living life full speed ahead, yet since I’ve gotten to be an adult, I’ve lost touch with the very thing that makes me… Me. That spark is what lit my fire in those early days of writing. All the pain and sadness and loneliness, fear I poured into my characters. The newness of finding my voice and finding a rhythm helped me when nothing else would’ve touched me. I felt alive through them. I want to feel that again. I want my pages to feel like life. I want the reader to feel moved and touched and as if they just lived through the story.
Instead, I’m floating around in fiction land without an anchor, inspiration lit up like a beacon in the distance and the wind is pulling me in the opposite direction.
I’m planting my feet into the sand this year. If I died tomorrow, I wouldn’t have a damned thing written. It’s so pathetic. A waste of all that time and effort for nothing just because I have issues with admitting when I need help. When I need a push in the right direction. All that stubbornness is coming back to bite me in the ass. If I died tomorrow all the words inside my head would die too and for me after the worlds I’ve shifted through and characters I’ve built up that would be a shame. I just needed a reminder of what I need to accomplish. Sometimes the reminders just come in the saddest way possible.
While I realize that this is a horribly personal blog for the day, (believe me, I even debated hiding this in a dark corner and pretending I never wrote it) I think a part of my promise to myself is to be more open. I've spent years closed down because it was the only way to manage how I really felt about how the world turns around me. The only thing that serves purpose to is drowning out the creativeness. Without emotional ties and connections there is no creativity in the world around me. So here's to a new year and to a new goal and to me accomplishing something I'm more than capable of accomplishing.
What inspires you? What inspiration do you take from the world around you? Anything ever impacted your ability to write and you found yourself questioning everything you put onto paper? What helped you get past that?
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Sister Sin...I feel your pain. When I flirted with death back in April of 2007, I felt much like you. I'd found words and stories and for three years it had been like a bright fever, lit me from within, saw me through the bitterness of real life... Then that flame went faint and everything crowded me, and the words, the stories got so f*cking hard to write.
Then I nearly died. And woke up in a hospital after simply going to bed one night. Damn, I was grateful to be alive! Didn't mean it all suddenly got better. It didn't. It took work, mental work, as my body bounced back as if nothing had ever really gone wrong.
I really cracked open after that April. And the pain, loneliness, bitterness began to seep away. First, it slapped me around some, but eventually...I wasn't full to overflowing with it anymore. And the crack that let it out let in other things.
Like the personal power to stare my fear in the face and step forward, into acknowledging how much I wanted to be published. And what I'd do to get there.
And it let the Revenge in, let me attend RT, make new friends, reach out through the cyber seas and find kindred spirits. Who laughed at some of my insane story ideas, but never told me not to do it. Instead, they said, "Go for it."
I'm not recommending spitting in the face of death. I was in bad shape before my heart decided to scare the sh*t out of me. But maybe, use your heart to face your fears, your insecurities and your doubts.
Hey, you grew up and now you know there really is a clock, there is a deadline somewhere ahead of you... But that is empowering, because it means everyday is the opportunity to do what you love. Even if it does end up being the last day.
If I never see my book on a shelf, at least I'm doing what I love.
Not sure there is much inspiration in this, but I do know the place you're stuck...and it will pass.
I agree Jules.
Not quite as long as your response, Chanceroo, but close. lol
If I never see my book on a shelf, at least I’m doing what I love... Not sure there is much inspiration in this
Not much inspiration? I love how she gets to the heart of the matter & then acts humble about it .
Since we both know I'm dark and twisty, of course I found a little bit of that spark in your comment.
I debated heavily about not posting this. When I finished writing it, I knew it was probably a little too heavy for this blog. If I had thrown it in the closet with all the other shit I write that never sees the light of day, what sliver of truth does that give me? None. I may be one of those writers who is never satisfied with anything that I write. I will always be tempted to print it out, delete the file and set fire to everything I spent my time and effort on, but if I'm not forthcoming about that I'll never change my habit. And I have plenty of habits. I don't need another closet habit.
Truth of the matter is, while I realize I've got a time clock hanging over my head, I'm good about ignoring those sorts of things. I may be responsible. I may be honest. And I may work hard to get what I want. But I try not to focus on every day that passes is another day I won't get back. I don't want to live my life that way. I don't think anyone should. But if you just live to get one day over with, you'll never accomplish anything but wasting days and time you could've spent on pursuing your dreams. Which is what I need to focus on now. My dream is to write. It's frustrating and aggravating and all consuming and I want it so bad all I can do is think about it constantly.
No more thinking. This is a "doing" year.
I'm glad you didn't hide this one.
Sometimes what gets me past the rough stuff is just waking up to a new day. That simple. What seemed to weigh a ton the day before somehow seems lighter on a sunny morning. Other times it's my daughter's voice saying, "I don't want you to give up." No pressure there.
Most everything I've set out to do in life, I've accomplished. Okay, so I don't own a house or my own business...yet. But be it relocating or getting a degree, I've done it. And at the danger of revealing my biggest secret, it's all been done through fear.
I have a huge fear of being a quitter. It's always been there. If I say I'm going to do something, I hear "Yeah, right" in my head on a constant loop. Right now, writing a book is what is setting off that voice big time.
I fear failure. But failure is a double edge sword. If you don't experience failure at some point in your life, you never find your maximum potential. Fear of failure, fear of success, all easy to understand on the outside. You work so hard towards one thing that if that one thing doesn't succeed through your eyes, it's a failure. If it does and succeeds, how will you ever follow it up. In life there are way too many things to fear.
The rest of the comment has been deleted. I found it unnecessary to keep it out there once I wrote this paragraph. *shrug*
I'm glad you didn't hide this one either. Sometimes just getting it out is enough to take the sting out of it. :)
As for places I find inspiration.... I don't know. I just decided when I was pregnant with my first son that I was going to stop putting off my writing "until I was ready" or "until I'd gained more experience" or whatever other excuse I was using.
There are days it's easier than others. Sometimes I feel energized, others where I feel stalled. I fight back the "I suck voice regularly" and I try my best to just keep going, no matter what.
I think just deciding to go forward, no matter what, is a big step. :)
That's just it, I'm not afraid of failing. I'm afraid of giving up. If I did everything I said I'd do, took the action and gave it my all, then I'm good. If it doesn't work out, at least I know I didn't quit.
It's the quitting that freaks me out.
Dude, you can be "dark" on this blog. But I don't think this blog is dark. I think it addresses a fear we all have. Dying before we ever live up to our potential.
So stop deleting shit and write your books already. You know everyone and their mother is going to buy it. No pressure, though.
I don't know what freaks me out most. I think it's that no matter what I did--and I was still rejected--I'd feel I didn't do everything to be successful. I think I'm battling also (with everything else) the need to be myself but also the need to be more "conventional" so I'd be more likely to be published. But I have that distaste of "selling out" and not writing the story I really wanted....
I have a horrible artistic temperment. When I took an art class in high school, I came EVERY day to class and threw my paintbrushes across the room, stomp around and say, "I can't paint! I hate painting! Nothing I do looks as good as [insert names]." Then I'd pick up my brushes and sit down and paint. EVERY. DAY. (Incidentally this is why JJ said he came to art class because he wasn't actually in the class; he was in study hall--but he found it hilarious that I had a tantrum every single day.)
Incidentally I never did like my paintings. They were never good enough.
Sin, I think this is a great post to share and I agree with Hellie that this does address a fear we all have. I’m definitely afraid of dying before proving to myself that I can do this. I think we all worry about reaching our potential in time.
My motivation right now seems to be fueled by anger. For me, I’m pushing myself to get through writing this first draft by remembering how f*uckign pissed I am at myself that I waited this long to do this, and now my mom will never see me succeed in getting my first book published. My whole life she was convinced that I would write a book and be the writer she knew I could be. The anger at myself for not giving her that to be proud of is what pushes me on.
The need to write and see myself published is also driven by wanting to prove to myself that all the sacrifices my parents made to raise me, send me to college, etc were worth it. Now that they are both gone, I feel like I’m the last thing here to carry their legacy and I want to make sure they would know it had all been worth it.
Marn, I agree. I gotta stop putting off shit until I feel like I'm ready or can devote all of my undivided attention to it. If I did that, I wouldn't get anything done. I need to learn how to reincorporate my writing into multi-tasking.
Hellie, I can totally see you throwing a tantrum all artist style in the old art room. Of course, I was told at the age of 12 to give up art. It was obvious my talent leaned more towards the written side than the art side. I despised art class.
Sabrina, a worthy motivation if I've ever read one. Anger is an emotion that burns hot and is a great motivational tool to keep you moving forward.
Sabrina - I firmly believe she'll still see you be a success. And I'm positive they were beside themselves proud of you always.
I can barely paint a flat wall nevermind paint a picture of any kind. I've always been terrible. I don't even doodle! Oddly enough, my kiddo got recommended for the Gifted and Talented Art Program. Since her dad is not artistic either, I have no idea where she got it.
I love to paint walls. I'm even really great at trimming. I think it's that OCD in me. But if you want me to draw you a pic. Nope. You want me to paint you a scene. Nope. Gimme words, I'll paint you a thousand imaginary scenes but give me oils and I'll make a mess. LOL
I do think anger is a great motivator. Better than fear! Though the energy spent outrunning fear can be harnessed...
I think it can all be harnessed, because it's all human. And we are writing for humans. We are humans...last I checked.
I try to focus on the love for my energy, encourage it to overcome the fear, because I am one of those humans who fear will freeze solidly still.
Sabrina, Bo'sun's right, your parents were proud and they still are proud. The love doesn't die with the physical. I know my Dad is proud of me....doesn't understand what the heck I'm writing, but he's still proud! ;)
I despised art class.
Ohhhhh? And artists?
I am rather amused! Years ago J Perry stone asked me if I was a writer.
“No,” I replied, “I’m just painting with words.”
You are a writer, Jules. You just haven't admitted to your full potential yet.
SIN, I never admit to anything!
It’s part of my Sphinx-like-personal.
I know. It's one of the things I adore most about you.
ACK! Persona.
That I can't spell? Or I'm a walking Mrs. Malaprop?
That you always misspell words in the wrong places. lol
Moving beyond the surface always involves degrees of darkness, Sin, but honest writing is powerful. Your post offers further evidence of that truth.
I know how paralyzing fear can be. Every day I fight fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear that everything I write is crap. Some days I win. Some days fear is the victor. It's been overused, but I do like the Chinese proverb that says, "Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up." I think all of the writers on the ship demonstrate just by posting that we refuse to stay down.
Is it a malaprop to use the wrong word in the right place? ;)
Janga...I think I was down and preparing to not get up. But the smack from fate woke me up. I get closer all the time to seeing my sudden cardiac death as a good thing.
Terri said it earlier, about the fear of not getting back up, of giving up. That's probably the biggest monster in my closet. I've been given a second chance, I can't waste it.
But damn, sometimes it would sure be easier!
But not nearly as fun.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Malaprop
Sorry Chance. i'd like to pretend That I’m a sophisticated cultured woman. But the truth is that I am familiar Mrs Malaprop ( from Richard Brinsley Sheridan's 1775 play The Rivals) because I am fearless. That’s right. I was the only person crazy enough to use the industrial size saber saw or climb up several stores on to scaffolding that was set precariously upon a rotating stage.
That’s right. College play. Stage crew. I wanted an A.
OMG! Familiar WITH Mrs Malaprop!
Moving beyond the surface always involves degrees of darkness
Very poetically said, Janga.
Jules are you having issues with words today? I'm going to get you one of those headsets and Dragon Naturally Speaking so that all you have to do is sit there and talk.
Nothing is ever easy, Chanceroo. Not even giving up is easy.
Sin, I love these insights into the life and struggles of a writer/artist. Makes me want to hug you and offer encouragement.
I believe that many of the best writers and artists have had to struggle to get established. Its almost a tradition.
If you have things too easy, then there is no 'fire in your belly' and no passion for the rights and wrongs of the world.
If life is easy then things can tend to get 'intellectualised' and become semi-frivolous topics for coffee time chat.
This is easy to say but it seems to me to ring true:
Whatever pain you suffer, you should try to see it as a gift, and use it creatively to improve the world and your place in it. I think someone clever once said something similar.
Loved the image of Helli throwing a wobbler in art class!
Wasn't it Paul Klee who dribbled paint from a height to make very expensive abstract paintings. I believe he was influenced by expressionism, cubism, surrealism and orientalism. See what I mean about intellectualising *grin*.
I think I would rather have Helli's canvas after she has thrown paint pots! :lol:
Fabulous blog!
Q, you know you'd get the stiff arm and a stern look from me if you tried to hug me.
I will however settle for Scotch and words of encouragement until I forget said words of encouragement from the fine Scotch. :)
Hells canvas would sell at auction for lots of money. Just think of how much in demand you'd be in Hells for your temperament alone.
I will however settle for Scotch and words of encouragement until I forget said words of encouragement from the fine Scotch.
A bottle of the finest just for you. We could gaze into the amber pools and exchange fine and lofty thoughts. :D
Yes I am having trouble with words today. I read an advertisement this morning that said “Fly for 39 d0llars”. And I’m thinkin’ “Fly for 39 dollars? Why the heck would I pay 39 dollars for a FLY when I can get a dozen crickets for a buck?”
My DD has leopard geckos, hence the fascination with the price of bugs.
More lofty on my side than thoughtful, be assured. lol
Dude, even my paintings were disgustingly romantic. I had a picture painted of my parent's wedding picture (in a three tone color, where it almost looks like a paint by number, very cool); a picture of a father holding a baby on one shoulder (modeled after a man I loved at the time--a Matthew, in fact, with gorgeous curly red hair); and some multi-media picture that had a wine glass, a romance novel, lace, and hershey's kisses on it.
The GPS did one of those old school three toned colors of her grandfather when he was young. It's really great. The GPS and my baby sister are both really talented artist. Though, my sister is more into manga sketch art than anything else. She's really good.
Jules, now all I can picture is someone holding up a cardboard sign that says, "FLY! $39!"
Sort of calling out all 1920's paperboy style, "Hurry! Hurry! While supplies last!"
I might pay $39 for a fly...if it were on the right pair of pants...
There must be a word to describe the right word at the wrong time... I mean the wrong word at the right time... ;)
Sin - Yer right, it isn't always easy to stop. For example, if you're rolling down a hill...
Or eating chocolate.
ITA?
Or chip teeth.
Damn it, playing with...I mean, by myself again!
Chanceroo, ITA. Button fly's are always fun. Though have the tendency to break nails.
I totally agree. You're from CA. You should know the "totally" thing.
Well, like...totally! I just have trouble keeping up with all the acronyms. I'll put this on me list...
Hey, lightning! And thunder... Whoop!
Still storming there? My Phoenix fam thinks they may need to build an Ark. I suppose 3 inches of rain is enough to consider that out there.
I don't have the rainfall totals...but we have mud moving on our property...if the wind rises we could be in trouble... Don't think it's going to hit us.
Hey, living in paradise does come at a cost!
This is the fourth of five storms. The fifth is due to come in tomorrow and isn't supposed to be so strong. We need the rain...just be nicer if it were spread out...
That's the way it always works.
So...you gonna set some small goals to help you reach the big one? Three pages a day? That sort of thing? You really ought to speed write and no looking at what you wrote for an extended length of time... Like two weeks. And before you read it, you have to send a copy to someone for safekeeping. Not for reading, just for safekeeping...
lol.
Hells made me set a goal for next months meeting. We'll see how we do. It's a small goal. Something to get me back into the swing of things. I do the majority of my writing during the weekend since I write the best during the middle of the night.
Jenna got me working on the editing by dividing it into how much I needed done by when...worked out to 5 pages a day...and viola! Three chapters in time for the Donald Maas workshop I'm taking this Saturday.
I was trying to take too big a bite at once and just hung myself up to dry.
But I do think you need to send it to someone for safekeeping. You volatile ninja tart.
You say it so nicely that it's hard to get mad about being called a volatile ninja tart. It may be true, but still... lol
I think you may be right. I need to allow someone else to hold onto it. I need to write it and automatically have it uploaded and put away until it's finished. I'm still one of those people who edits what they wrote right before to get back into the voice I was writing but that's not an excuse to delete.
OOOhhh I do so covet a headset and the Dragon Naturally Speaking software. I COVET them like the very worst of the Tenth Commandment sinners.
I can see it now … I’ll be standing before the pearly gates of Heaven and Ol’ Saint Peter will say in his no nonsense voice ... “Well. You haven’t been tooo badddd. But. There was This Coveting Incident . On January 20th, 2010.”
“Oh I can explain that, Sir. SIN led me to covet. So I sinned because of SIN.”
“You’re blaming sin, for your sin?”
“Not sin, SIN. SIN made me sin. I wasn’t thinking about sin until SIN showed me the thing that I never realized that I would covet and by coveting the thing that I coveted I sinned. See?”
“No I don’t. Tell me , have you given up on sin?”
“How can I give up SIN when I never had SIN? I mean really. I don’t covet SIN. SIN is not my type…” Next thing yah know I’ll be standing before The Devil and he’ll say “What the *beep* are you doing here?”
“They sent me here because of SIN.”
"Haa" said the Devil with a wicked grin, "that's what They all say."
*grin* I have it. Shall I put it on a fishing pole and use it as bait?
And you undoubtedly crack me up. Constantly. Go ahead and blame me. The devil knows me well. We have a deal. Which is why he named me Sin.
Golly ... I can't wait for that headset and the Dragon Naturally Speaking software ...
Yes, Julie needs this program. Whether it be a sin or not!
And I want to read the outtakes...
You'd turn into A Pillar of Salt.
Hehehe, tempting you with my sinful toys.
Sort of like when you email me about tools.
Honestly, I should just send it to you. Though, we've just moved and I've yet to uncover it.
Tools? Like...play tools?
I love eavesdropping...
Please don't say you'd lick me. This blog is going downhill quick. lol
Margarita? Anyone?
How about a SINgarita?
You just have to rub the rim of the glass on this pillar of salt first...
Make sure it's pink.
*biting lip*
hehehe
I'm not sure I have enough Sin... I plenty of Mar...
I guess I've been a good girl, just not enough sin in my bar inventory. But, she's been off ship a lot. Not my fault! Have to settle for a Margarita, with a bit of Sin on the side...
I know. I've been bad. Must find a rowdy pirate to punish me for that.
HeyOkay ... I can be serious. SIN did post a wonderful blog today. After reading her blogs I always find myself full of serious thoughts (seriously, SIN) and mystified. Mystified as to Why she and so many other truly talented writers Fear that they are not Good Enough? I think that you writers need to let go of that fear. Learn from it. But learn also to walk away.
I posted this yesterday on FB. Chance no doubt will recognized it ...
God knows that sometimes the only choice we have is to walk away. That’s why he created us with feet For me the past is not so much the foundation of who we are, as it is a building block. A block that is just one of many blocks we use to build the foundation of who we want to be.
"Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for. It is a thing to be achieved." William Jennings Bryant
Therefore
"It is never too late to become what you might have been." George Eliot ...
Lots of food for thought tonight, Jules. Well said, well put and well quoted, my dear.
I'm coming in late, but I love this post. I'm always thinking, gosh what if I have a heart attack-I didn't get the book finished, etc, etc. In my case, I can sit at the computer 10-12 hours a day, but I don't do a whole hell of a lot. I mean the other day I got stuck in researching Kansas liquor laws all because I wanted to know if Topeka had a saloon. I spent hours procrastinating, I think because I'm totally afraid of failing, and if I have something that I absolutely know I gave 150%, and I still get rejections . . .
But I'm like you, I have a determination this year. I'm going to produce like mad and submit like mad, but I know that no matter what, even in with rejection after rejection, I'll keep writing, because I love it.
I've heard agents talk about putting yourself on the page, put yourself in the book, so don't be afraid to share posts like this with the world. And don't be afraid to put all that dark crap on the pages, you can always tone it down a little later. :)
Aye, Julie... It is a good blog. And she must also be punished for having so much self-doubt and self-loathing. Because we all adore her and admire her and cannot understand how she can murder her literary children time and time again...
I do know I'm tired of waiting...if I were a techhead, I'd plant a program on her computer to rescue her children and send them to me. Where I would hoard them until her fame is finally recognized.
Then I'd sell them for a fortune and take everyone on a cruise.
Never too late!
It took my heart slapping me around to discover that the truth of the matter is this...rejection isn't something to worry about. Compared to earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, drunken drivers, satellites falling from the sky...and sudden cardiac death...rejection ain't nothing!
Just a word. And we're all bigger than that word.
I'm getting ready to close down shop for the day (office, of course) and since I'm internetless at home, I wanted to get a quick thank you off.
Thank you.
Rejection is something we all deal with on a daily basis. It's something you have to learn how to let roll off your shoulders and walk away from or it will drag you down into a tar pit.
Renee, I love research. This is why I need to not write anything that requires any sort of research. It will only cause me to procrastinate longer than I already do.
I know rejection is part of the business, and you guys are right, it's just a word. I've gotten a few rejection letters and oddly enough they never bothered me. I think I see this word, and it reminds me of the lack of acceptance I received as a child. I realize the one isn't personal. The other may or may not be. Talk about dark. Oh well, I'm glad the ship is here, and I'm very thankful for my writing friends, where I am accepted.
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