I had been riding a temporary high as I’ve resurrected a previously-thought dead novel and edited it to something new. So, I’ve been pretty excited lately.
However, as I edit it and re-read it, I can’t help but think I’ll never get published with any project. I’m trying to stay true to myself and write what’s in my heart and yet as I peruse blogs and articles on my genre, I am only discouraged. Either by my obscure character (how tough it is to sell YA or literary women’s fiction) or just the mere fact that getting published by anyone these days would be a shear miracle.
I keep thinking my work is utter crap. Yet I read recently if you can’t give up writing, then don’t and keep trying. Well, I’m pretty sure I can’t give it up and I will always harbor hope somewhere within.
I’m just frustrated. I know the harder you work for something, the more you’ll appreciate it. I just don’t want to work 20 years on my dream and my life be near the end before I ever see my work in print. How long is enough, God? I’ve been plugging away at this dream now for 3 years now and I’d like to see even one sign of success, some kind of confirmation I’m not completely wasting my time here–ya know, maybe land an agent or something.
All I’m asking for here is some help. Divine intervention would be nice.