Some are more difficult.
Some seem impossible while others are super easy.
I have been struggling for the last few years with my writing.
Truly struggling to the point of asking why I even try.
So, two days ago, I received a rejection from a major romance publisher. On a submission I'd been waiting to hear about for the last nine months.
Was it a shock?
No, not really. I had assumed, whether subconsciously or not, that the publisher would not want the book. Still, there was a message of hope there that for once, I'd written something that 'fit'.
It didn't.
Was I upset?
No.
Was I angry?
Not really, except for the fact I had to wait 9 months to hear from them and that was only because I contacted them on the status of the submission.
If they didn't want the book, why not let me know sooner? Why tie me and the story up for almost a year?
So, as with all things, there are new beginnings when old things end.
My new beginning is a very conscious decision to go strictly self published.
I am going to start putting out stuff I have held on to for a while in hopes of finding a publisher where the work would 'fit'.
My life, my writing, my effort and my timeline.
No more waiting.
Wondering.
Depression.
Doubt.
I will do the best I can with the talents I am blessed with and move forward.
