Finally! After all the debates and hullaballoo, we have a winner!!
*throws confetti*
Amy gathered the names. Her daughter, very fairly, drew a name from a hat. And the winner is . . .
Congratulations!
You can email either me or Amy and let us know which prize you choose:
1) TWO 10-page critiques (1 from Amy & 1 from me)
OR
2) The SURPRISE package!!!
Thank you to everyone who entered our contest and passed along congratulations to our amazing friends. :)
So I've been thinking a lot about this whole writing journey lately. I remember when I first started writing with the idea of getting published. So much excitement! Every word on the page was
magic, and everything I wrote was
brilliant.
I didn't stop to consider the reality of the publishing world and all the hurdles I'd have to overcome to get my book in print. I just wrote. And I loved every minute of it! I subjected my (then new) husband to first drafts and he laughed in all the right places and told me he just knew I'd be published some day. (See why he's a keeper?!) :)
Good times, those.
But, of course, that doesn't last forever. The rejections came. I still remember my very first conference critique by a real live editor. "It sounds like you haven't found your voice," he said.
Oh, but that hurt.
And then my first critique group. My perfected chapters came back
covered in ink.
That first rejection from that first query. I think it took a little under an hour to receive it in all it's "Dear Author" glory.
And the list goes on.
More often than I care to express, I wondered if all this effort was worth it? With all the rejection, why did I think I could ever reach that shiny goal of seeing my words in print, and my name on the cover?
Two things kept me going.
First, was remembering why I started writing in the first place. Remembering the sheer joy of bringing a world alive and watching others react to it. How could I give that up? WHY should I give that up just because I hadn't been published yet?
Second, was this quote:
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising
every time we fall."
Confucius
551 — 479 B.C
Success is not achieving something we can't control. Success is moving forward in the face of difficulties. It's not giving up just because something is hard.
And that my friends, is pretty awesome. Because we can control that.
I'd love to hear about your journey, and how you define success, too.