I am a person who has always considered himself as an aspiring writer. In the past, I have had a few minor short stories published, but nothing major. About five years ago, I wrote a novel that was declined by seven different publishers.
At that time, I broke the first rule of being a writer. I did not take criticism for what it was. I let it effect me to the point where I had not attempted to have anything published in the last five years.
I sank down into the pit of writer’s despair. I did a lot of writing, but never finished that in which I had started. I would write three to four chapters of a book, and then forget about it. I would write short stories, and give them away as gifts to friends. I began to give up on my dream of being a successful author.
Ever since I was young, I had a dream of being able to support myself and a family simply by writing. I wanted to have the freedom of simply working when I wanted, and write whatever I wanted. After my rejection, I figured that I would never truly accomplish what I had wanted out of my life.
My wife has always been very supportive about my writing. She would always look forward to when I would start writing a story, but would then feel bad for me when I would hit my writing wall. My story would be put on hold, not because of writer’s block, but because of my discouragement. This all changed about a month ago.
I signed up in November for an Associated Content account. I spent most of the next month reading the articles that other writers or aspiring writers had submitted. In December, I decided to give it a try for myself. I figured that it was at least worth giving a try.
My first two articles were accepted for three dollars each. I am sure that many of you will get a laugh out of this, but so be it. That six dollars, though, was all I seemed to need to get the juices flowing again. Not only did I begin to write a few more articles for AC, but I began writing fiction again.
Currently, I have written close to a dozen articles for AC. More importantly, I have written two short stories that are off to be reviewed by my publishing agent. I am also about eighty percent done with a novel that already has my agent excited. Because I have become reinvigorated, my agent had decided to front some of the expenses that will be racked up by my renewed interest. My dream, once again, seams realistic.
What was it, you may ask, caused this drastic change in such a short amount of time? It was the feeling of being wanted. I also was reminded about the type of community that a group will create. We are a different breed of people, and always will be.