3) Twenty Minutes. You've got twenty minutes.
4) Jealousy? Hah! Swallow it. Own it.
5) Live Free
To begin today's post; It is so strange to me to be writing so often. Particularly strange is the feeling of doing that which I said I would do. That's about as honest as you can get, friends. Not always true, but often, and there you have it.
On to our list.
As promised, I must finish this list of Things So Important I Need To Blog and I must also, as promised use Jean Paul Sartre Existentialist Philosopher to do so. In 20 minutes.
Full disclosure: These rules I make up for myself are entertaining, but are becoming a little too complicated. Just drafting took me two hours. Back to square 1. Or, is it?
Aren't you glad today marks the day to end one thing and start another...? I am.
And, here is the big news, friends. On my way to becoming a writer, today I took the first step of a thousand miles.
This morning I received my first official rejection letter!! Nine hundred ninety nine to go.
In case you have never received a written rejection of your own, let me share mine, courtesy of my fingers mastering the camera to G-mail on my new Trekkian phone, yay! Go, me!
|Why me, Lord?|
Okay. We'll try that again later. Let's use old-fashioned technology for now. I'll tell you about it in words and you can picture it in your mind.
"Dear Author" the letter began, "Thank you for contacting us about representation."
You're welcome? thought I. I have this novel I've been working on, on and off for ten years, and I thought you should have the first crack at it. To which the letter responded,
"However, after considering your material," uh oh
"...we have decided that your project is not something" UH OH
"...we can successfully represent at this time." Oh! Maybe later is a better time...
"Furthermore we are very busy with work from current clients and therefore must limit the number of new projects we agree to undertake." Of course. Very busy, they are. Oh, yes.
The letter continued with an apology for its impersonal nature (Are you kidding? You called me "Author"!), best wishes for my project's success (Thank you!!), a sincere signature from an agency's assistant (cool! A real honest-to-God penned signature), and a P.S., an advertisement noting an enclosed brochure for a book on how to write great books that will sell (right, ok).
Bad news: I already bought and read that book.
Good news: I got my first rejection letter!!
So, this is it, I thought. I can be jealous of all the other clients getting all of my chosen literary agency's attention, OR I can reference my buddy Jean Paul Sartre and say..."freedom is what you do with what's been done to you." And, "We are our choices."
Hurray!! I've been rejected. To tell you the truth, I've been looking forward to this moment for six weeks. The weeks went by in a flash! The time is here...I can continue to try, or pack up my query letter and go home. My choice. I don't need to despair. I need to continue. It's going to be fun.
The way I look at it, this book is worth another try.
I don't need to be jealous because I have friends who at this very minute are reading what I've written (Thank you). A select few will read the book I'm still editing (Thank you, Thank you). The right agency will come along. I can be grateful for the time to work on writing a story, my first rejection letter, my unthinking phone, the journey of a thousand miles and the learny that accompanies it. (Rhymes better)
I'm an optimist!!! I'm an optimist!! I DID IT!! Really, it's what I wanted. To tap dance to work. The day may come when I am discouraged and give up the fight. But, that is not this day.
|I did it! I referenced the movie "Braveheart", Christianity, and Existentialism in the same blog. My life is complete.|
You read it right: I am renting the Promised Land.
This place, this life, this pen, this very expensive phone I cannot use, it is all I believe on loan to me for the betterment of the society in which I live.
My lease agreement won't be for ever. (It lasts until December, actually.) Time is a' tickin'.
I have a good story to tell. It might be a book. It might just be something else, a life.
Either way, it's a goal. One worth picking up my pen and trying again. And, today...is better than tomorrow. Also, today is a GOOD DAY.