And so we come to the end of our series on writing, the day that we confront the rather convincing body of evidence that no one likes you, no one wants to read you, no one wants to publish you and you'll never work in this town again.
No, no, no, no, no, no. A million times no.
First you start showing people your work. No.
Then you start sending queries. No.
Then you try an essay or article. No.
Then you start sending proposals or manuscripts. No.
Not at this time. Not a right fit. Not a good match. No.
I mean yes.
Because every one of these dead ends is a beginning. Seriously. This is not cotton candy rainbow fairy talk. Every time you hear no, every time the door slams, it swings back open just a crack and gives you a glimpse of where you should go. And it's never that far away.
Sure, every time I went to the inbox or the mailbox and saw that SASE shoot me straight back through the heart, I fell hard. I fell face first. I laid there in the dirt. I rolled in it; I covered myself in it; I was filthy dirty low. Then eventually I'd get up and dust off.
"I'm giving up!" I'd tell my husband as I crept back to the desk, opened a file and started over. We tell ourselves that these blind, idiotic, insensitive, stupid editors and agents are blind, idiotic, insensitive and stupid. But they are usually right. It really isn't the time, fit or match. You really haven't finished. You really aren't ready. You still have a little turn or two to make.
Rejections usually point you to the last place you want to go, dammit. To the place you're afraid of exploring in your work, to the discipline and the form, to the point you're afraid to make, to the authority you're afraid to claim, to the resistance you so stubbornly clutch.
One day I really did give up. I stopped trying to sound like someone I wasn't. I stopped hiding from who I really was. I stopped making stuff up! The very place you fear you are lacking is your source of hidden treasure. Go there.
If you're afraid to start, start.
If you're afraid to say it, say it.
If you're afraid to cut it, cut it.
If you're afraid to send it, send it.
If you're afraid to try, try.
If you're afraid to change it, change it.
If you're afraid to let go, let go.
If you're afraid to give up, give up. It won't be the last of you!
No matter where it leads, trust your life completely and you'll end up someplace new. In that spirit, I make a deep bow to the glorious eye, hand and heart of Denise, who just this week proved my point in multitude. Not only did she give this gift to her beautiful pregnant friend Stacie, they both gave the gift back to me. You see it here. And that's how it always ends. I mean begins.
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