In general, I like to think of myself as a very positive person, but everyone hits their limits at some point. I sort of hit mine with writing last year. I love my stories, and I love my characters, and I genuinely believe my stuff is at least as good as a lot of other stuff out there — but I’ve gotten a lot of rejections. And I do mean a lot. I know publishing is hard, and finding the right editor or agent person to take a chance on you is near impossible, but it’s hard not to take the rejections personal after a while. It got to a point for me where I wondered, “what’s the point?”
What’s the point of submitting? They’ll just say no.
What’s the point of writing? No one will ever read it.
What’s the point of updating my website? No one visits anyway.
What’s the point of social media? I’m not an influencer, no one cares.
I had to revisit my own words: If you love the story, then there’s your success.
I absolutely love my stories. When I re-read what I’ve written, sometimes for the hundredth time or more, I still have moments of, “damn, this is a good story! I’m so good at this!” I listen to books as I cook or clean or get ready in the mornings, and I read other books in the bath or during my downtime. But at bedtime, pretty much every night, I’m reading my stuff. My short stories. My full novels. My flash fiction. And I love it.
So here I am. I’m back. With lots of adventures already lined up for 2023. But before we dive into the new year — that’s already a month gone — let me show you some of the fantastic things I did in 2022…
And November and December were filled with time with my family.
Overall, personally, it was a very good year for me. Now I need to grab the fictional bull by the word-horns and make 2023 a little better for me in the writerly sense.
Come along on the journey, my friends. I’m happy to have you here. <3
You had a mazing year with lots of fun and adventures. I agree your Stories are amazing