Early this week, I got a rejection email from the agent who requested the full manuscript of my YA contemporary fantasy over two years ago. I’d been really hopeful about this one, despite the long wait–maybe because of it. If stubbornness is my greatest virtue, anticipation is probably my second.
It’s taking me a while to bounce back from this one. I know what I need to do. I’m setting these words here not to inspire sympathy or indignation at The System. I’m not seeking reassurance that I’m a good writer. I will keep showing up to the page, because that’s what I do, and I’ll keep trying to make a career out of what I love.
What I want is to testify. To leave a body of evidence. To chronicle my journey on the chance that someone else may be in need of a map. I want to be very transparent about my process in case this information is helpful to someone else. Writing is, after all, a solitary endeavor, especially for the unpublished writer.
All I can do is set down these thoughts in the hopes that they’ll light a beacon. If you’re driven by conviction, ensnared by beauty, and struggling to blaze a path for your life that points always toward your true north, then know that you’re not alone.
And now, without further ado, here are some dragons with flowers, because I think we can all use some tiny fierce magic and beauty this week.