Thank goodness I’ve stopped whining about my earlier events of the week. I thank my family, friends, and virtual friends that support me, listen (read) my rants, and help me remember that the long term is what’s the most important. My Tweeps were great to me, reminding me that the writing industry is tough for us all, and to get over myself and move on.
I hate it when I feel hurt. But when it improves, it’s like a flower opening to the sun, throwing off those bad feelings and looking up at the sky to feel the magnificence of the world we live in.
Being told ‘no’ as I’ve written before, is unpleasant as best. But that’s the better route than ‘yes’ and not meaning it. In the field I work in, many people have to do what I tell them. Part of that is if he/she cannot do as I request, please say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ So far, the workplace moves much more smoothly as long as the message is clear, there’s no argument.
New authors, when you feel hurt by the many avenues of this industry, it will get better. Why? Like before, it is not personal. Sleep on it. Go out and get a margarita. Or, if you’re like me, get a migraine and forget what you were hurt about (that’s a joke, I’ve never wished migraines on anyone in the writing industry, not editors, agents, publishers, no one).
I admit to my own flaws. While coming home from an outing one night, I knew I was being a jerk. A friend called me an “A-hole.” (But spelled out). I burst out laughing for the next half hour. He couldn’t believe I thought it was funny. But he was right, and pointed out my ill behavior. I make fun of myself, and all too often, I end up with egg on my face. It happens. Just admit it and move on.