Critiques crush, yet . . .
Rejections rain, yet . . .
Naysayers speak, yet . . .
Self-doubt hovers, yet . . .
I shield this self-doubt with my mantra. As an aspiring children’s writer, I’d like to proclaim my mantra written by a famous somebody like . . .
A.A. Milne: You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
Or . . .
Frances Hodgson Burnett: At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done– then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.
Or . . .
Louisa May Alcott: I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.
But no, my mantra comes from the elusive ‘Anonymous’ which, I admit, leaves me a bit unsettled, but nevertheless, it resonates: Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
This mantra, which I chant during times of doubt, inspires me to continue . . . tap, tap, tapping out my dreams.
And then one day, I notice . . .
hurdles, which once seemed large, begin to crumble.
Critique partners rave. Authors compliment. A #1 is received from Rate Your Story! Rejections are personalized. Editors email. 468 of you kind people follow this blog. Hope is in the air!
Though publication continues to elude me, I think it’s safe to say: this nut has cracked; a sprout shoots upward!
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