Editors look at my book and say nice things. They say lukewarm things, too. And they say no.
The subbing process can be full of no’s or versions thereof, found in forwards from your agent where it was “so close” or “Ugh!”
When you spend years on a book, you might start to think a pile of no’s during the sub process equals failure.
No. This is a not a fail.
A fail is envy.
That person with publishing success? On his own path, on her own journey. They don’t write what you write, they don’t do what you do, even if the genre is identical and even if their age seems particularly close. Or unfair. Yes, those people who get on the path early and seem (operative word, seem) to have the way cracked wide open for them…that may seem wrong but who made you judge? Jealousy, the kind you nurture unabashedly: that’s a fail.
A fail is using your mean words on social media.
Do better, authors. We ought to know how words are weaponized.
A fail is expecting the world to hand you success and fame and fortune.
No one owes us anything.
A fail is defining your art by revenue alone.
A fail is giving it away for free all the time.
A fail is believing your work will never, ever get better.
A fail is blaming others for being in your way.
A fail is focusing on the moment and what’s not right and then sitting back, paralyzed.
When you feel that bad, grabbing your dragging heart off the floor and pinning it back on is all you can do.
Or in Hamilton terms: