A few months ago I started submitting a young adult contemporary, a book loosely based on my freshman year of high school. It was a very awkward time in my life, and I always knew I'd find a way to encapsulate it in some artistic form. I chose the sarcastic, buck-toothed Joni Weaver whose mom is an online poker-playing social dropout, and dad is an alchy running the local movie theater across town. I'm very proud of the book. It's not perfect, it's not a great piece of literary fiction. But it has its moments. Out of nine query letters sent out, I had four very reputable agents ask for the manuscript. Two have declined, and two are still reading.
It takes a lot of patience to be a writer.
It also takes a lot of determination, acceptance of failure, self-motivation, and perseverance.
I know that I am meant to do three things in my life: music, writing, and motherhood. Maybe throw art in there too, but I am most passionate about the others. Music is my soul. I've always been singing and writing songs, picking at pianos and guitars. Always. But on the same note I grew up in a library, and books and writing are like my spirit. I couldn't do one with out the other.
I just wish I could make some money doing this. I wish an agent would take a chance on me. I wish I could write that one book that would bring me financial relief so that I could take my kids to the dentist whenever the need calls, or buy them clothes when all their others have worn into bare threads and holes.
But I am not alone, and there are many writers out there who want the same thing. Who have the same issues.
We'll get through it.
Adding: There is a contest to win a free copy of The Soul Seekers over at goodreads. One more day to enter!