Now you think as a writer, I would be used to rejection. Why with my novels and short stories alone I could probably wallpaper my house and part of my neighborhood. However, when one rolls your way it still bums you out no matter how many you have gotten in the past.
In September, I got my first opportunity to write as a freelancer, putting together news and opinion pieces for RantPolitical.com. While I am not the most political person on the block, I really appreciated the chance to dive into the field of journalism. It certainly renewed my vigor as a writer and I was thrilled. I got to do some interviews and even wrote a couple of sports features. Way cool!
Before I sat down today to write a piece on the downsizing of newspapers due to economics, I decided to check my e-mail. How ironic was it to discover my new position was about to become a similar victim at the end of the month.
Thus is the life of a writer. A job is here one day and gone the next. It is why writers never truly hang up the typewriter and retire. They can't afford to.
Now I am not anywhere near the age of retirement just trying to find my way as a writer. I have put my fiction writing on hold for the past few months because I was loving the opportunity to actually be paid for my words.
My characters have been patiently waiting for new mysteries to solve and hopefully they will one day find an audience a little broader than my first two novels.
Tomorrow is another day and there are more stories to write, more chapters to create, and more jobs to apply for.
However, it was fun while it lasted.
