Every once in a while, those pursuing the arts feel down. You work hard, and you feel like you're getting no where. You really are, of course. There are acceptances, rather than just rejections. The rejection letters get personal, with invites to send more. You can look at old work and see ways to improve it. You're actually getting somewhere, but it's slow going.
Right now, I've pulled a story back into the shop. I haven't seen this story in about a year and a half, and I can see ways in which I can buff up the shine and do a little detail work. The interior of this story, though is pretty sound, so after I've buffed, out it goes. Once more unto the breach.
I usually talk myself around into the spirit of "Go get 'em, tiger! They don't know what they're missing! Keep at it!"
But, you know, one does get tired. So, today, I'm going to allow a little demoralization, more than the usual 15 minutes. And then tonight, I'll go home, finish up that story, and send it back out, and maybe start on something that is light and fun.
This is no way to get a Lost in Space Robot. Come on, universe. Work with me here.
Catherine
Mirrored from Writer Tamago.