Monday, April 23, 2012
How can you tell when you've "made it" as a writer? Positive feedback from someone other than your mother? Placing in a conference contest? Personal notes scribbled at the bottom of rejection slips?
Getting an agent?
Landing a publisher?
Here is when I knew I had made it: In a moment of sheer desperation I cried the question to the heavens, "Is this what I'm supposed to be doing? Am I wasting my time? Will the sweet waters of the publishing heavens ever rain down upon my parched and wanting self?"
And before I even had a second to contemplate the numerous numbers I would need to call, immediately, should I begin receiving actual answers to my pleas (shrink, husband, nearest medical facility, possibly a priest) I realized I already had an answer.
It didn't matter.
It didn't matter, even if the answer I heard was, "Yes, Becky. You ARE wasting your time. This will NEVER happen for you so go back to making those beautifully crocheted blankets that make such wonderful, and practical, Christmas presents...that is all."
I would STILL keep writing. Even if I knew for sure what the end result was, and that result was BAD, BAD news, I would still keep on.
That was the very second I knew I had "made it" as a writer. It's when you know for sure you'd do it anyway, even if your only audience ends up being the inside of your drawer.