I have a blogging friend who had a book deal, until her publisher closed. Her book was slated to be published in fall of 2010. She had already done several rounds of revisions with her editor. She was already marketing. I was so excited to watch her publishing journey.
Of course she was devastated, yet I haven’t seen a rage or a rant or anything of the kind. In fact, she’s been sincerely humble about the whole thing and not just humble, but grateful. Grateful? Yes. Grateful. Grateful that people took notice of her work and thought it was worth publishing. Grateful that they worked so hard to make her book shine. Grateful for the opportunity, even if it didn’t turn out as she had hoped. I believe things will work out for her in the end, even if it takes a while because she’s patient, gracious, and a hard worker.
I’ve seen and heard other writers rant about the publishing business; how publishers are publishing crap, their writing is way better than that person who just got a six-figure deal, agents and editors don’t know great writing when they see it, agents and editors only care about books that will make tons of money, etc., etc.
While the publishing industry isn’t perfect and maybe some of these sentiments have some truth to them, I see little point in carrying these kinds of attitudes. No one is entitled. You’re not entitled to have your work published, liked, or even read. There is no point in comparing yourself to other authors, or even people in general. No one is entitled to get all the things they think they deserve. The world is not going to the dogs if no one likes your story.
You can try. You can hope. You can work your brain and little fingers to the bone and hopefully something good will come of it all. But if we go through life with the attitude that we deserve more, then we will never be satisified, no matter what comes our way. There will always be something more we want. More publicity. More money. More power. More love.
It is great to have goals and sincerely want them and work to reach them, but if we can’t love where we are and appreciate the gifts we have now, the road will always be rocky.
Words are a gift. Creativity is a joy. Stories are a blessing. Appreciate all you have now.