I’m still in a slump. So blogging has been far from easy.
Instead of talking about how I’m in a creative funk right now, I’m going to say goodbye to the baseball season.
The last game was on October 1, 2017. Funny how the season ends on the first day of a new month.
I’d like to take a moment to thank all of you for putting up with my baseball references. Hopefully, they will be few and far in between now that the season is over. Or maybe I’ll miss it so much that I can’t stop talking about the sport. In which case I should start another blog or something. But who has time for that? Not me. Maybe if I had twenty-five hours in the day. Too bad I don’t.
I realize every player is less than 100 perfect at the end of the season. So am I. It feels like my body decided to break down on me in the beginning of October.
So my creativity has disappeared while my body has seen better days. What’s next?
I’m doing my best to stay positive. To be grateful.
This will pass. The bruise on my knee will heal. The neck pain will go away. The scar on my chest will fade.
How exhausting is it listening to my whining?
This month hasn’t started off on the best note. But it can only get better, right?
Wrong. I got rejected.
To which I tell myself and all of you aspiring writers, it’s part of the industry, the business. Rejection is almost never personal, so don’t take it personally.
Other writers and authors were rejected before you. Many more will be rejected after you. You aren’t alone. You aren’t the only one.
Keep writing. You’ll find a home for your story. Keep going. You’ve gone too far to give up.
Every experience can be a learning one. Improve. Get better. Do great work.
You’ll be rejected more times than you’re accepted.
(I wrote this post at the start of the October. Of course, I like to think I’m breaking out of the slump. I’m also trying to fix the fact that I’ve fallen about a month behind with my blog posts. Bear with me.)