<blockquote><font class="small">Quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by hypatia:
<font color=yellow>Thanks, Channe, but are you sure you will be able to get it published? /ubbthreads/images/icons/frown.gif
Even harder than that, sold to a network? /ubbthreads/images/icons/mad.gif</font color=yellow><hr></blockquote>
I think anybody who goes into writing *sure* that they're going to be a success is in for a nasty surprise: the world will wipe the floor with them and leave them pulverized on the floor while it moves on to the next victim. Anyone who goes into writing sure that they're going to sell is stupid - and is in for a nasty surprise when they fail.
I've seen it happen more than once.
No, I'm not sure. I'm working as a writer now, yes - but it won't last very long; I guess you can say I'm on contract, and my contract ends the second week of May. At this point, I'm pretty sure that I'll have to relocate. And I would, if it meant that I could wake up in the morning and know that I'll write all day.
Work isn't very easily to be had around here.
All I know is that I *have* to write. It's like breathing. Even if I don't write for anyone else, I'll grab my notepad and go to the coffee shop and make up stories about the barista for my own edification (and sometimes, about the barista's alien girlfriend). I think up plots in the elevator. I get a nasty pleasure out of a nicely-crafted sentence in one of my academic papers. I write on *vacation,* for heaven's sake.
In this business, everyone pays their dues. Everyone starves. I could *paper* my walls with rejection slips, and sometimes you can get so poor pursuing your dream that rejection slips are your only insulation.
I'm young right now and I have only *started* paying my dues to the Society For Winnowing Out The Wheat From The Chaff. So, can I say I'm sure that I'll write, I'll sell, and I'll make it? Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin.
And I may never get to the West Coast. I may not ever sell a novel to a major publisher or a script to a major studio (hell, even a *minor* studio). I may not ever break into the business. I may never get to apply the smackdown to some ape in Puxtawaney who thinks he can write my stories better than I can.
But, let me put it this way.
As long as there is a smidgeon of hope - and since I'm a Catholic, giving into despair is out of the question - I'm going to pay my dues. I'm going to try. I'm going to write. 'Cause I have to.
And this was way longer than I know you (or ANYONE!) needed to hear. /ubbthreads/images/icons/wink.gif