Faltering
August22
I need a win so badly.
I sat down last night to look for markets for the two stories that recently came home after another round of rejections. I reformatted a manuscript per an editor's guidelines for the nth time, and realized after doing so that the story was entirely wrong for that market. I could not bring myself to start over for the night, so I packed it in.
There was a time when submitting things was validating. Rejections were even better — tangible evidence that an editor had seen my work. I collected them happily. It was proof that I was Doing What Writers Do, which made me feel like I was really a writer and not just faking it.
It's not working anymore. I need a win.
