This is really par for the course for writers, but it never really loses its sting. It's a roller-coaster of hoping and disappointment. At the end of it you just hope that it'll all be worth it.
For my, that pay off would come with the ability to support myself with just my work. That would be lovely. I feel like a traditional publisher will help me get there, but trying to get one seems to be a monumental task.
Of course, it is. I'm just one of many hopefuls trying to get noticed in a sea of yet more hopefuls. Hopefuls beyond measure.
Anyway, it can really wear someone down.
I'm feeling a bit worn, so I think I'll take a break from submissions for a little bit. Probably only until January, but I don't want to spend my Christmas holidays wondering if one publisher or another likes my stuff enough to take me on.
It's a shame, because this weekend was really lovely. I went out to dinner with my Kung Fu family on Saturday. I invited my dad and the Amazing Flatmate along. It was a great time, though ended early-ish. We're all getting old!
Sunday I had two parties to attend. The wonderful Liz and Hayden Trenholm had a gathering for Christmas, and I went along, excited to see all the wonderful people I have met over the course of my writing career. They were as lovely as ever, and it was a lot of fun.
Alas, I had to leave early to attend a friend's tree-trimming party. That was also a wonderful time. I have brilliant friends.
Then I made the mistake of checking my email before bed. I went to be sad.
Blurgh. The writer's life...
Today, I'm exhausted.
As much as I love my friends and the writing community in Ottawa, people are exhausting. I need a lot of recovery time these holidays... Because of the holidays.
Oh well. I have a tonne of work to do today, so I best stop whining!