Publishing. Every writer’s dream AND nightmare. The struggle of writing for self OR for the market. Are your readers your employees OR your customers?
I have a Post Office receipt. I submitted a short story to a magazine. They wanted hard copy, complete with SASE. I liked doing it. It was my first submission, and how I always envisioned it. Now I am wondering who has more trouble embracing the new world of technology, them or me?
So, now I wait, stomach in little knots. Will I be accepted? Published and also important, PAID? Or, will I be rejected. The first rejection to put on a cork board. How many will I tally up in my career? Which outcome makes me a writer?
The answer? Both.
So many people never get this far, but I’m a writer because I write. Getting paid for it no longer matters. I will continue, just for the pleasure of manipulating words, just like I will keep eating foods that taste good.
Don’t get me wrong, I would still love to be paid. Money buys stuff; pens, notebook paper, books, writing programs, more books, dark chocolate, and books.
But, I have already been compensated for the time I have put in; reading, researching, trying to improve my technique, reading my work with a harsher eye, and most importantly, sitting down and putting the words on paper. The grueling day-to-day work of writing that has become a form of sustenance.
Eat, Drink, Write, Rest.
I have learned so much this year. Pushed far beyond my comfort zones, and I do realize I have so much farther to go, just to be self published. I am thankful for the opportunities in the modern age, and thankful there are so many other writers out there, willing to share the experience.
I am not alone.
I find myself already trying to hold my hand out to those coming up with us, to lift them higher.
You are not alone.
Word count on beta draft to date: 90,100. That’s about 1600 per day this week. Considering the stresses of the season, I’m content with that. I’ve seen worse.