I was thinking about persistence today at work and how it feels oftentimes that I am busting my butt for nothing. I realized that this was the same exact feeling I got back in 2009 when I hadn’t sold a book in over two years. I was writing, submitting, getting past the first stage of submissions and then… nothing. It felt as though nothing was going right and I wasn’t ever going to get past those two books I sold way back when.
It was… depressing, to say the least.
I finally made some headway early this year when I contracted a short story. And Injustice For All was a decent story, but it go my foot back into that door. My spirits cheered. I was unconquerable.
How many writers suffer from that depressed feeling, I wonder. How many of them just give up because, quite frankly, it’s really not worth the time, blood, sweat and tears we put into a book. You have better luck playing the lottery than being the next J.K. Rowling, yet more people try to be writers than regularly play the lotto. Strange, right?
So how do you stay honest with yourself and your writing without spiraling into that deep, dark abyss?