The Day I Got Tired of Failure
“Back in 2004, I decided I was tired of being a failed writer.
I didn’t really know how to turn it around, but for years I’d been a has-been writer, one novel published when I was a wee bairn and then a few scattered short stories since then. Editor-orphaned. Still writing, but everything sitting in a drawer. I was attending a writing group, but I’d kind of gotten used to failure as a steady state.
In 2005, when the new year hit, I decided I was done with that. I’d gotten good at failure, but it didn’t have any appeal. Yes, I was a mom with small kids and sure, it was understandable, and of course the market was tough blah blah blah. I was tired of making excuses. I was tired of failure. Time to change things.
So I set myself a goal, and I made sure it was possible to achieve through sheer effort. Ready?
I had one year to make my goal. I had to get either 12 acceptances or 100 rejections.
That was it. Either I had to get twelve pieces accepted, and it didn’t matter how or where, or I had to get enough rejections that I could accept that I was not and never would be a successful writer. Period. There was no middle ground, and the glory here was that if I worked hard enough, I was going to make either one or the other.
Do the math: if I submitted 111 times, one or the other condition had to be reached.
The grind of publishing is that you cannot force success. You have no idea if you’re really writing at peak performance, and you can always do better. You can’t control whether your work gets accepted. You can’t control how well your work will sell. You can’t control your reviews. You can’t control whether an agent will request sample pages or whether an editor will send your book to the acquisitions committee.
You can control you.”