All around me fellow writers are getting things published, getting acceptances letters, having partials and fulls requested, hearing fantastic, amazing, inspiring and motivational things back from beta readers. And what am I getting? Nothing but rejections.
R-E-J-E-C-T-I-O-N-S. Lots of them, because I’ve been a busy critter, sending out stories left right and centre. Regrouping when I get a ‘thanks, but no thanks’, and submitting them again.
And I’m not bitter about this. It’s just how things go sometimes. I’m setting my sights high – I know very well I could target lesser markets and get stories printed, but I’m working my way down the food chain. You just never know when you might get lucky.
However, I am feeling a little left behind. I can feel this thing inside me. Growing, stretching, pushing against my skin. It’s not an idea or a story, a plot or character. It’s that want to be where the others are. The desire for a novel. For a great novel. One that’s at least through it’s first draft stage, but still shiny and holding so much potential that I almost can’t breathe.
It’s not jealousy though folks. I am thrilled for all of these writer friends. They deserve to be getting the feedback they’re receiving. I WANT them to succeed. I just wish that I was in that place too, sharing in the buzz instead of sitting here, wanting it.
I know one day I’ll have the time to get back into a novel. I’ll have that great idea, that rush, that drive. Just not today.
However, I am going to eat some easter chocolate and get to work on the third scene of the novella. It may not be as big and bright and shiny as a novel, but it’s pretty darn fun place to hang out 😉