It’s time, more or less. If my calculations are correct, ninety-six days have passed since I submitted my novel, Her Demonic Majesty, to The Great Harper Voyager Cattlecall. Every day I have scanned my inbox looking for an email from Harper Voyager, sending me congratulations that out of all the submissions fired off in the first twelve days of October, mine was worthy of publication.
Alas, no such thing happen. It is safe to say that my novel has not been among the lucky to make the cut—
That doesn’t make it, or me, a failure.
Allow me to explain.
Writing seems to be a lot of “doing”. If you want to make a story, you have to do the writing. If you want to finish the story, you have to keep doing the writing, day after day. If you want to get it published, you have to do the editing, and do the submission package. If you want to self publish, you gotta do the cover, and you gotta do the special editing that ebooks need, and you gotta do the upload and get it out on all the different ebook sellers.
It’s a lot of doing.
This is something that people who have already played this game, the writing game, know. They’ve been here, they’d happily danced in the moonlight, and they’ve shuffled their feet through fallen leaves of disappointment. They understand this game, they know the insides and outs . . .
If there is one thing they know, it’s that you are not a failure if you are trying to make your goals become real. If you are hard honing your skills, developing your craft, then you are not the failure people will make you out as—and trust me, they will.
I’ve one rejection; I’ve may have another (what is this? Read on . . .). Both are for the same novel. Does this make me a failure?
Are you kidding?
See, I’ve done my work. I’ve went from A to Z, and filled in all the points between. I’m put my package together, and I’ve sent it off with my fingers crossed. I’ve done of the “dos”, and someone looked at it and gave it thumbs down—
But they looked at it.
The harsh truth is, there are a lot of people sitting on various Facebook groups going on about finding people to sprint with so they can get their five hundred or seven hundred, or even a thousand words in for the night, and then they’re off doing whatever the hell else it is they’re doing. And a year later they’ll sitting around bitching about how no one realizes what a great writer they are, and if they could find someone to sprint with, they could finish this novel they’ve been working on for the last year . . .
That’s failure. That’s someone waiting for opportunity to not only knock, but to escort them to the limo and drive them to the salon for a mani-pedi and hair styling before taking them shopping for the dress they’re going to wear to their book signing.
It’s all fantasy fulfillment, thinking that if the right person sees their novel, they’re going to be The Next Big Thing.
About a week ago I posted a quote by Dwayne Johnson. Say what you will about him, but the guy pretty made himself after coming very close to hitting bottom. There was another quote I saw attributed to him, one that I will say many people I know should take to heart. It’s simple in its pronouncement:
Hey, stop saying, “I Wish”, and start saying, “I Will”.
Wishing works in many an interest story: I know, I’ve written a few. But in real life there are no jinn who are going to make your life easy. There are no magic coins to give you what you want. You wanna publish, you need to stop wishing and start willing.
There is a quick update here, however. Apparently Harper Voyager had so many things sent in that they discovered it was going to be impossible for them to get notifications to everyone by 15 January. In fact, they’re saying they’ll actually send out rejections, instead of not saying anything, which is what they’d said a while back.
This means there is still hope. This means it’s still possible Her Demonic Majesty may be picked up. It’s a real possibility.
The only thing I know for sure . . . I ain’t a failure.
I leave that for the wishers.