A moment of Holy Moly.
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
megwritesNote to self: Read publishing/agent advice in *smaller* doses.
Spending a good or hour or two reading articles/blogs describing the bleak, treacherous publishing industry makes me want to cry like a kid who just got their lunch money stolen. It sounds unfun, slippery, heartbreaking, and just plain impossible.
I have to remind myself that there are people who do make a living at this, and that it is possible for me to do it (just not probable). I also have to take deep breaths and make with the back button.
And I have to keep in mind that right now is not the time to worry about it. Right now, I can't do a damn thing about the big, bad, soul-eating world of publishing. Right now, all I can do is write the best damn story I can and cross my fingers. Even if I do get a creeping feeling that this is going to be a bug vs. windshield kind of affair.
I do those crazy wish things (blowing away stray eyelashes, watching the clock for when all the numbers are the same, etc) everyday and I wish with all my might for the ability to get published. Every day. It's as close as I get to praying, 'cause I sorta quit praying a while back. Not for lack of religion, but it felt like repeating myself.
Then I go back to writing, because wishing is useless if you don't actually write the damn novel.
Next lifetime around, I'm going to take up something *easier*. Seriously.
Spending a good or hour or two reading articles/blogs describing the bleak, treacherous publishing industry makes me want to cry like a kid who just got their lunch money stolen. It sounds unfun, slippery, heartbreaking, and just plain impossible.
I have to remind myself that there are people who do make a living at this, and that it is possible for me to do it (just not probable). I also have to take deep breaths and make with the back button.
And I have to keep in mind that right now is not the time to worry about it. Right now, I can't do a damn thing about the big, bad, soul-eating world of publishing. Right now, all I can do is write the best damn story I can and cross my fingers. Even if I do get a creeping feeling that this is going to be a bug vs. windshield kind of affair.
I do those crazy wish things (blowing away stray eyelashes, watching the clock for when all the numbers are the same, etc) everyday and I wish with all my might for the ability to get published. Every day. It's as close as I get to praying, 'cause I sorta quit praying a while back. Not for lack of religion, but it felt like repeating myself.
Then I go back to writing, because wishing is useless if you don't actually write the damn novel.
Next lifetime around, I'm going to take up something *easier*. Seriously.
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Date: 2007-06-20 12:45 pm (UTC)Lol, I'm going for taller and prettier :-D
Of course it's possible to make a living doing this, and I'm sure you'll get there.
...and I had a long thing about taking writing classes and all, but you know, we all find our own ways, so, there you go :)
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Date: 2007-06-25 01:07 am (UTC)You totally think of the best things. I should've thought of that, too. Okay. Next life time, I'm going to a pampered supermodel who has more money than common sense and an armada of small yappy dogs.
...and I had a long thing about taking writing classes and all, but you know, we all find our own ways, so, there you go :)
Well, right now I'm giving a serious, serious look at the OWW - because they do boast people with publications to their name. And even authors I've heard of/read, which is a big mark in the plus column for me.
But there is the issue of money. And there's also the issue of me not being sure that I'm talented enough to put anything up there.