Yesterday, in answer to a question posited on Twitter, “RU going the agent or editor route with your adult fic?” I answered that I was “strenuously hoping to go the agent route.” I realized shortly after hitting enter that my response was inaccurate–or at least incomplete. Yes, there is hope surrounding my desire for an agent. There will also be luck involved in obtaining one.
Neither of those elements, however–hope or luck–give the whole picture surrounding my quest. They both suggest passivity. I’m not idly dreaming that someday I’ll publish a novel. I work really hard. I take rejection terribly, but I suck it up and go back to work, hard. I strive (see, another labour intensive word) to keep hope alive. And I’ll take all the good fortune and lucky breaks anyone wants to throw at me, absolutely. But in the end, even if my hope’s a cringing weak-butted thing, and all my inbox has seen for too long is form rejections, I will keep working, keep writing, keep sending. Eventually some (carefully selected!) agent will want to sell a book I write–I hope. Knock on wood! 😉
This is a short, maybe odd, post. I just needed (wanted!) to put that out there for myself: I am _strenuously_ hopeful, but I’m also really determined. I will work hard. I won’t quit.
What does your inner writer need to hear today?