If life throws you lemons....throw them back. Who the hell wants to drink lemonade everyday? And, let's face it....making good lemonade is an art form. If you don't do it right it comes out too tart or too sweet. Much like life....you have your good days and your bad. Unfortunately for me, they're on an equal balance. But, I've learned to expect it, keeping an ever watchful eye on that shoe...waiting for it to drop. Okay, so maybe being so pessimistic isn't a good way to go through life...but, hell, it's worked for me. Sure....I get my heart broken or my spirit shattered, but then I move on because I realize....what's the point on letting it get me down? There is so much worse going on in the world for so many people...my setbacks are nothing.
Case in point....my "writing career". I put that in quotes because it's not much of a career. Sure, I've written two very good books and a novella and am currently working on what I think can be a bestseller, but I'm not published and at the moment, I'm unagented. Yes, I had an agent and she was a very nice lady, but she dropped me because apparently I don't write fast enough for her. At least that's the 'general' excuse she gave me, which I'll accept because it's better than thinking she was wrong about my work.
Anyway....I went through my grieving process, wondering if all this heartache was really worth it, and-thanks to online friends (I totally adore!) like Melanie Hauser, Lauren Baratz-Logstead, Georgie Dowdell, Devon Ellington and a whole slew of writers at Backspace I realized it's not the end of the world. I'm a good writer and when my time comes I'll sell my work. The agent I had, though a real sweetheart, just wasn't the right agent for me. The agent who will get me a multi-book deal, who will sell the film rights and who will put me on the same shelf as Nora Roberts, is out there somewhere. And, when the time comes, I'll find him/her.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a closet optimist, but I DO believe in fate. And I believe things happen for a reason. I may not see that reason for several years, but eventually it shows up.
So why dwell on something that happened when there's not much you can do about it? It's not only a waste of energy, but a waste of time.....and the older I get, the more precious my time.
