Showing posts with label giving up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giving up. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 February 2019

The crushing affect of rejection

Maybe one day?
For once I wasn't up early and on my laptop editing. I've done so much of that lately and now I'm in a period of waiting. What happens in the next few months may well change my path. However, I'm afraid I've become rather cynical about writing and I'm not expecting anything good.

For me there is only so much one can take before one has to question whether it is worth it. Recently every rejection (however nicely it's put) seems to narrow the odds of publication. I know this is common for writers to experience, but for me I am finding it more and more depressing. When something you do starts to lose the enjoyment it once had it is time to consider giving up. Actually, it's not the writing. I do still enjoy that, it's the 'business'. I realise I'm probably paranoid but keep hearing that my work doesn't 'fit'  publications (even the ones I've researched well), and so many rejections makes me think that my writing is just not good enough. I also know that there are probably four times the entries for a small number that can be taken. This means your work has to be outstanding, or click with the editor!

I also find I'm losing faith with the submission process. Is it me or is the criteria for submissions getting a bit weirder?  Sometimes I barely understand what editors are looking for, as the words they use to describe what they want just confuses me so I don't bother. And they always say 'send your best'. Who would send something they didn't consider their best?

I've taken many courses over the years, gone to writing festivals, and in theory know how to write. So it's down to the actual writing, so maybe mine just isn't good enough, my ideas not strong enough. I'm a run-of the-mill writer, not one to stand out, and I guess I have to accept that.

It's not been a great week and if I sound self-pitying, maybe I am, but what I can't deny is the affect this is having on my life. I feel I am coming to the point where I'm not going to be able to put myself through this anymore. I've come across others who have already given up, or are like me and keep trying, falling into the pit and re-thinking before hanging on once more.

I don't consider what I write is mainstream, but I can't write what I don't enjoy. The novel I've been working on is comedy.  I've had negative remarks about writing comedy from friends (yet none have read my work!). I feel comedy is looked down on as second rate writing, and that goes for poetry (unless you are Pam Ayres, Spike Milligan or Roger McGough - whose work I enjoy!). Most publication won't touch it. Not that I write just comedy. I've tried all sorts because I don't like to stick to one genre. All I really want to do is share my stories and poems, but if no one wants them then I will have to work out a way in which I can still write and be happy.

Maybe I should form a society for disillusioned writers and then we can publish our stuff together and do what the hell we like!