You know, every now and then the whole try-to-get-published thing can be a downer. Today, for example, I’ve been put in a bit of a bad mood because I read on another person’s blog that they’ve heard back already from an editor I’m waiting to hear back from. How silly is that? Why in the world should my current mood be affected by hearing about other people’s success? The thing is, I know that even if I did get published, I’d still have other things to worry about. Will my book sell in stores? Will I be able to make a career out of the business? How are foreign rights doing? I know several successful authors personally, and I know from seeing them that it’s not like getting published automatically makes your days sunny and bright. I know that in the end, my current whiny mood is just the desire to have someone in “the know” read my books and tell me that they’re publishable. And I know that even once I got that acknowledgment, I’d only want more. I’d only want more and more people to buy those books and agree that they’re good. Having other people reaffirm your self-worth is like a drug, and it’s something I think I need to avoid like the plague.
Too bad I’m not better at doing that.