When I was growing up and tried to complain that things weren’t going my way, my dad would always tell me to make lemonade out of life’s lemons, which is totally infuriating advice when you’re in the middle of a meltdown/tantrum, but actually incredibly useful.
First, I was really lucky as a writer. I wrote a novel and an agent agreed to try to find a home for it! Then I was unlucky. No dice. Then I was lucky again–a small publisher liked the beginning of my second novel! But, alas, bad luck once again took over. They ended up passing on the project. A few times. Then I got lucky and got a new agent! And then unlucky as many more publishers also passed on Book 2. Then I got lucky again, and found a home for the book!
I could go on and on, but I think you see my point here. Publishing is a rollercoaster ride. Currently, I have a wonderful publisher for my novel, but I’ve launched it in the middle of an economic meltdown. I’ve gotten wonderful reviews and lots of press, but I haven’t hit the NYT Best Seller list. Lucky, unlucky? It could make you crazy if you sit around and stew on it.
I hate rollercoasters. The damn things make me sick and I just don’t see the point of going up, then down, up then down. I’m someone who likes to know, right now, what’s going to happen. What looks like good luck, I’ve learned, is sometimes nothing more than refusing to take bad luck for an answer.
So here’s all I know. I write books. Good ones, I hope, but that’s subjective. I really do the best I can. I love what I do and am thankful for getting to do it. I love the people I get to work with, and the readers I get to meet. I hope I get to keep doing it, and, to that effect, I spend the major portion of my days locked up in my office, in fleece sweatpants, with crazy hair. Once in a while I check my Amazon rankings and chew my fingernails to bits. Lucky? Unlucky? I don’t know anymore. I’m too busy squeezing the lemons to try to figure it all out. But I’m wishing all of you the BEST luck!