Forget about whether or not you’ve been published. Let’s celebrate the victory of your commitment.
It’s a victory that you’re even attempting to write a book. It’s a victory that words matter to you, that stories matter, stories that heal and inspire children, the kind of stories you long to create. It’s a victory that the dream hasn’t withered inside you like is has for so many others.
It’s a victory that your dream is immune to the closing of bookstores, impervious to the proliferation of video games and general all around mindlessness. It’s a victory that you are trying to be an antidote for that frivolity through the story that lives inside your head, your heart, your gut, your soul, the story that won’t go away. It just won’t go away.
It’s a victory that you find time to work on it within the blur of your existence. Five minutes here, ten minutes there, it doesn’t matter, you’re still moving forward. It’s a victory that you stick with it, keep sticking with it, month after month after month.
It’s a victory that you don’t burn your book after realizing that the first chapter needs to be rewritten although it’s been revised sixteen times already and you were convinced that it was perfect but everyone in your writing group still gets confused by the opening so you’re going back to square one and you’re fine with it. You have faith in your book. You know the rest of the story works and the plot is tight. You’re not going to panic about the opening. You’re simply not going to panic. This is a victory.
It’s a victory that you keep sending the book out to agents although you’ve received a few rejections. You know in your heart that your writing has merit and agents are not infallible, far from it. You know that all it takes is for one agent to like your work. That’s all it takes. You keep telling yourself that. It’s your little mantra. This is a victory.
This thing you’ve created, this story, that is still looking for a home, a publisher, a contract, this story sitting on your desk, that may still need work, may still require some revisions, this living thing that has a pulse, that gives off light, that begs you to water its branches and roots, is a stunning victory.