It has come to my attention that a blog post I wrote on
my Palms to Pines blog may have kindled the idea for struggling writers that
since I did not achieve the level of success I wanted to achieve after 10 years
of being a writer trying to become a novelist, I might as well throw in the towel and never write again. I
don't normally share the PTP blog posts with the world at large UNLESS I need
some parenting advice or feedback from fellow deaf parents. I do, however,
faithfully share ALL of my blog posts on my Facebook page. (Well, when I
remember to, anyway!) So maybe that's how this whole thing started. Or maybe
Either way, I feel that perhaps I should clarify on just
what I meant by that post...
Yes, I AM disappointed I never achieved the kind of
success I wanted as a novelist, but, you know what? That’s okay. Life is full
of disappointments. Believe me, I know that ALL too well. Things don’t go the
way we want them to. Dreams are shattered. People get the wrong impressions or
ideas and act like jerks or big meanies and make it harder for you to accomplish a
goal, or even impossible, because they hold all the cards and can say yes or no.
But that’s life. That’s just the way it is.
So, I have accepted that things did not turn out the way
I had hoped they would. Disappointed? Yes. Hurt? Of course. But that’s life! I
can’t let it ruin everything else for me.
But because my first novel did not do well, despite everything I did, I pretty much gave up on ever trying to be a successful
novelist. I mean, that had been my dream from Day One. That is what I had set
out to do. That was WHY I got into trying to get a novel published in the first
place. I wanted to succeed as a novelist. I wanted my book to be selling like
crazy, getting awesome reviews everywhere, selling in major bookstores, being a
popular title a lot of people have heard of, being made into a movie, etc.,
I wanted to see my novel do well.
But that didn’t happen. It did not become a reality for
And because of that, THAT is what I gave up on. That
Goal. That desire to be the kinda novelist who has given the world a story it
I did everything I thought I was supposed to do. I tried
to get an agent. I actually had two agents and both of them let me down. I
tried to get my name EVERYWHERE. I worked very hard on making my novel the best
it could be. I networked with people, got work in the publishing industry,
blogged, did a blog tour, put together a promo package that I sent out
everywhere, connected with people through social media, told family and friends
about the book and tried to get it listed on various websites. (My local paper,
The Register-Guard, never runs anything about any of my books so this was one
venue I could not use in promoting my novel.) You know? I actually put in the
time and energy to get that book to SELL.
But it did not sell a single copy. Not one. (A copy of
the book did later sell, but that was after the first quarter – the make-or-break
period for books.)
And I was sooo disappointed. I was soooo upset. I was
ready to just give up on that dream altogether. Just walk away.
And I very nearly did.
I recently had a dream about how I wrote a novel that DID
accomplish all those goals I had. It was a really nice dream. And it gave me
hope. It made me realize I should not have put all of my faith into my first
novel. Maybe it’ll be the second novel that does well. Or the third one. Or
maybe even the tenth.
The point is that I realized that it’s okay to keep
writing novels and getting them published. Maybe one of them will finally bring
in the kind of recognition that I hope for.
I may have given up on wanting to get more novels
published, but there is one thing I could NEVER EVER give up on: My desire to
If there is one thing I know of for certain, it is my
passion to write. My love of writing. I love to write and I will always write.
Even if nothing sells, I’ll write anyway! It may not get published, but it will
I could never give up on being a writer. I could never
stop writing. That is one passion that will never, ever come to an end.
So when I said I gave up, I meant I gave up on my dream
of being a successful novelist. But I’ll never give up on being a writer. I will
never quit being a writer. I will always be a writer.
And I’m happy to report that the dream I had made me
change my mind. I’m doing an about-face on that whole “I don’t want any
publicity” attitude I adopted for a while there. I WANT my novel to do well.
Any novel. So I’ll go back to doing all that promo stuff for my next novel
and, yes, submitting MORE novels for publication. I just have to believe that
one of them will do well. One of them just might make that dream come true.
Labels: authors, dreams, novels, writing life