A good friend of mine is about to have her novel published.
When I got the news my reaction was: “Wonderful…why not me?”
I am not the least bit ambivalent about this. I am 100% thrilled for her. I am 100% bumbed out for me.
There is no question that she disserves it. She has worked her tail off for this. She is an excellent writer. She’s been nominated for awards for her short stories. She has been shopping a couple of novels for some time now. I have read one, though not the one she sold, and found it imaginative with intriguing characters and a twist that made it nearly impossible for it to be a genuine mystery story, but she brought it off. Her work should have been published ages ago.
I spent one day jumping up and down for her, and the next day feeling sorry for myself.
Now is the time to take a good hard look at what I am doing and why I am doing it. I know that you can’t take rejection personally. I know that you have to write and rewrite. I know that persistence pays off. I know that losers are those who gave up too soon.
So in her honor I will be sending out five short stories before the end of the year, finishing the zillionth rewrite of my Emily novel, and finishing some of the stuff that has been sitting around on thumb drives for ages.
I can’t wait to get my signed copy of her book.
Published on October 18, 2010 07:42