Let’s Face It – what about brick walls?
What is it in your life you don’t want to face right now? For me, it’s this: after all I’ve done to get my manuscript ready for publication, it still might not be ready. It’s been professionally edited. I spent a lot of money on it – never mind the time.
What prompted this? I got another reject letter this week – from another agent. This one was a nice reject, written by the agent himself, and he offered the positive things he liked, besides saying the writing could improve and be stronger.
Sheesh. So what do I do now? Pay another couple thousand dollars to have it edited by another professional? I’ve already spent a LOT of money on editing, plus a LOT on writing classes. How much more do I spend?
When do I say “Enough is enough?” I’ve been wondering about this for quite a long time. I’ve heard two theories. Some would say that brick walls are meant to stop you so you don’t make further mistakes. Others would say they’re to climb over – remove them as an obstacle. Don’t let it stop you. I’m never sure what to do.
I also entered another contest this week with another publisher. I’ve got a badge on my widgets. It’s the New Look Contest with WestBow Press.
I also submitted something to Chicken Soup for the Soul this week. The deadline was today. I wrote about the topic of Hope and Miracles. It’s the story of my godsend friends at the Denver Airport a year ago. We were all in the same Christian Writer’s Guild (CWG) Craftsman XI class. We spent a couple days in Colorado with our mentor and others from CWG.
I hadn’t flown for a while, so what was supposed to take me, on the way out from PA to CO, five hours, took 15. On the way home, it was worse. I wasn’t used to all the problems I encountered. I got on the plane, then there was mechanical failure. After a five-hour delay, they cancelled the flight, put me in a taxi to Denver, where I missed the booked flight I was on, then I had to wait another hour to book another flight.
Having finally done so, I wandered towards my gate so I would know where it was about nine hours later when my flight would leave. I heard my name being called, and these three ladies found me. It was wonderful. I wasn’t alone any longer – at least for a little while.
But I was talking about facing up to the truth about my manuscript. Okay, if it’s not ready, it’s not ready. I’ll have to think about what I could do. In the meantime, I’m finding other things to do – part of that waiting game again.
What do you think I should do? Leave a comment and let me know. Thanks for reading. I appreciate all of you.