Okay I heard this recently that writers that succeed are manically determined. It must and has to be true. Haven't we all heard at conferences that many people who are better writers than us just up and quit when they can't get published? But those of us who are manically determined or hard headed keep on accepting and relishing in the abuse of red inked critiques and rejections.
Eventually we will conquer the publishing world! In our dreams. Sometimes. But we always have those dreams. No, it's not the dreams it's those freakin' stories that won't let us sleep, walk, shower, or even have our tooth filled without blogging into our heads their voices. So, we reach for that gum wrapper, Burger King napkin, electric bill return envelope, and even the palm of our hands and jot it all down before it disappears. And don't believe for a second that you will remember if you don't tattoo onto something.
How many of you have laid in bed and are so desperate for sleep and those muses/characters won't shut the @#$% up and you say to yourself "don't worry about it...you'll remember" Hah! Like you remembered that birth control pill back in the '70's when your first child was born! Not going to happen. I don't care how many times you try to recite it into your head and even make clues to remember. Never fails. And then you cuss yourself because you know that fabulous idea/thought would have been the humongous difference in getting published and not is gone forever! No matter how hard you try to remember , it refuses to surface. It's such a tease.
And are you self-sabotaging as well? Jeez, you've got it bad. Just like me.