‘Schicksal,’ has been published two years. I set up a new computer recently. Whilst importing my outlook files, I looked at my emails, the deleted items bulged. Before deleting them permanently, I went through them again.
I’d sent well up to a thousand emails:
- requesting book sales in libraries
- requesting author talks
- asking bookshops to take some copies for sale etc.
My response rate hadn’t been great.
Most were rejections.
I thought it through, reflecting on how far I’d come … written and published a book … some in Australian Libraries … Our local bookshop, now under new management held copies and sold them. ‘Local author,’ stickers boasted. It was a wonderful help. Some librarians worked hard to get a crowd, more than 20! They contacted the local newspaper. It was another piece of press on an otherwise clean slate. I was asked to speak. ‘I’d be delighted,’ I said. Learning to share my views in a cohesive , original way became easier.
Audience questions, another challenge.
I’d been interviewed on radio, but the interviewers were kind . It’s not always like that.
Standing on the abyss, it might have been easier to quit. The word NO, has never been my favourite. It is hard to hear it time and time again and again and again and … The sheer volume of refusals, shook my foundations. I’m not used to this.
I took a deep breath, something I seem to be doing a lot lately, and cut myself some slack. I realised that I’d really thrown myself behind my book and it’s story. I’d tried hard, listened to things I didn’t want to hear and found help when I needed it.
EDUCATION, COURSES, WORK SHOPPING, POETRY.
I made the decision to stick with it, to learn bit by bit how to become an author. I worked on connecting with other writers, just to exchange ideas, get some support and give some too. It proved to be a great comfort. Most writers had a story they wanted to share and enjoyed words and reading.
When disheartened, please look at how far you’ve come. And give yourself credit for hanging in there. The passion to write atrophies from disuse like any other muscle. One of my teachers told me he wrote a haiku everyday. He claimed it primed his creativity. It couldn’t hurt so every morning before my first coffee, I embrace haiku.It has taught me so much.
Resilience grows from with each rejection but along the way are gems in the form of people and advice. I am focusing on the gems and finding more as I progress. Kindly share some of your of your gems.