I took off from writing on Sunday to enjoy the cooler Texas weather. Finally, a break from heated humidity and a chance to witness the leaves rustling in the wind. I like to think of Sunday’s as my day of rest and a time to recooperate from a tedious week of wonder and worry. Almost like physical exercise, it allows me to recover from exercising my mind and face Monday with a fresh start. Today, Monday, I am not feeling as fresh as I would like. My email held in it one more rejection. To offset my early morning dissappointment, I quickly flipped through the pages of my Guide to Literary Agents and sent off two more proposals to random agents who support my genre. With a “take that” attitude, as I slammed my finger down on the ‘enter’ tab of my keyboard, I almost felt vindicated but frustrated still.
I am not from a wealthy home with tons of support and contacts. Most people on this earth do not even know that I exist yet I believe in myself enough to not let that stand in my way. My life is a quiet life, having never been one to need much socialization. I guess I am more of a loner whose mind is occupied with great ideas and a heartfelt desire to help others. In my twenty years as a professional counselor, I never cared about the money but only being able to help someone get through the present day hurdle they were facing. It was always my belief that if I could positively influence someone today, their tomorrow wouldn’t seem as negative. Now, as I try to help people through my writing, wanting to reach a larger audience, I wish I had more contacts to make the process a bit easier. Then again, I will embrace the process of getting published, including the continuous days of frustration and feeling like a failure, because I know that when my books reach the shelves of stores it will all be worth it! I am following my own counsel. Even as winter approaches, my heart is still warm!