...so I'm going to eat some more of my caramello (they didn't have any of the regular sized ones so I had to buy a big one. ha. Sometimes, it's good to be pregnant) and rant.
what is it about my writing that is totally unemployable?
what makes my stories so unpublishable??
why am I so freaking undesirable as an author????
They say you have to keep going. Keep submitting. Play the numbers! One in 12 is a yes! Well, it's been more than twice that and so far I've had a whole lotta no's, one yes from a swindler who took about 1300.00 for a crappy editing job, and one 'yeah, we like you but we already got one.'
Some of you are probably thinking... huh, yeah, Ames, you're a real winner. Wasn't that Letters to Lizzie blog of yours that you thought was so cute and brilliant a total bust? because you QUIT?
Sigh. I know, I know. I can keep making excuses all day but the bottom line is I'm out of gas.
But I won't be pregnant forever. Am I not supposed to be an author? Are my aspirations to be another Shannon Hale or Brandon Mull or Josi Kilpack totally impossible? Sometimes I wonder. It really hurts to think that I've been wrong all this time.
I keep hearing "no, you're good!" and "I don't know why you're not published yet, this story is amazing!"
My husband hears similar phrases about his not getting into dental school, which he is already very much qualified for.
I know I shouldn't complain. We've been so blessed this last year and with this new baby coming, I should be totally happy with my life and where it's going.
But can't I be an author too? Why not?
Wow, I can't believe I've eaten this much chocolate today.