I recently resurrected my women’s fiction novel. The new query (one of a thousand versions) came to me in a split second moment and I believe it is my strongest yet. It has led me back to re-working my novel just a bit in order to incorporate ideas from my query.
If you have been following my blog, then you know how incredibly frustrated I have been from this whole publishing industry. It has gotten me down, caused numerous tears, and left me overall depressed.
Yet, as I listened to my recently downloaded God music on my IPod and this query just came to me, I thought, “Does it even matter if I ever get published if I’m enjoying what I’m doing, spending my time doing what I want to do, and answering my heart’s and God’s calling?”
My recent answer is, “NO, it doesn’t matter. It would be nice but should be only icing on the cake, not the end-all and the solver of my problems.”
Don’t get me wrong, I intend to fight with everything in my body to have my dreams realized. But, if it doesn’t happen in my time frame, it won’t be the end of me. I still have my real life to lead–one of family–that trumps this life I lead in my stories. And it is this life that matters the most.