Thursday, March 25, 2010
But I'm not taking it personally. She didn't take a stab at me. She didn't tell me I was trying to get into a business that is completely out of my league. She didn't chop my hopes and dreams into tiny tiny pieces and then flush them down the toilet.
No. She was nice, and she actually gave me hope. She complimented my writing and told me that, ultimately, it was the voice that didn't work, not that she hated the way I had done everything. It just wasn't the best fit for what they were looking for. And on top of that, she told me I have potential.
I may not have gotten an awesome job, but I feel better about myself. I feel like I actually have the right to call myself a writer now. It didn't matter that I had book and a screenplay sitting on my hard-drive or that I'm working on edits for my first book when I can, or even that I'm starting on book number two right now. No. I sent my words out there for the first time, and that's what matters. I proved to myself that this really is what I want, and I can take the rejections and the ups and downs. But this is what I want.
I want to write, and I want to be read.