Today I have a great story for all of you who are wondering… “Am I the only one?” When it comes to your writing, if you are on the right track, if you think a head of yourself (GOSH! I do this!!!!!), and a good presence of never letting go of your dreams, remember where you came from and where you are heading.
Thank you so much Robyn for sharing your story. I must say, I saw A LOT of myself. The first story I ever wrote was about 10 pages long. It was a picture book. And of course I thought it was the best thing in the world. Hahahaha. I’ll share my story below.
Hope you all can see the ray of sunshine that comes from this post.
Thanks again Robyn!!!
I Always Wanted To Be A Writer
by Robyn Campbell
I always wanted to be a writer, but life got in the way. Life is, six boys and one girl, a farm, hubby, and horses. (Hubby is only way down on that list, because he doesn’t require too much hands on help.) Then came the homeschooling. It was really through the kids that I decided to make my dream a reality.
So. I sat down and wrote my first picture book. Oh man! I thought it was the best story I’d ever read. I thought the first publisher I sent it to would snap it up. And I would make a million or two. Yeah! I was one happy mama! Woohoo. (I’d already spent a million or two in my head.) And no. You don’t wanna go in that place. It’s scary man.
On a sunny Tuesday morning, fast forward to me walking down to our mailbox, hopeful, whistling, full of anticipation. There was a letter in that box. It was from the publisher. I tried to look through the envelope to see how much the check was written for. (Yeah really.) I was like super dumb!
I raced back up the driveway, only to think I might have a heart attack. (Our driveway goes STRAIGHT up.) Note to self: never race up that thing again!
I hollered, “The check has arrived and I see a lot of zeroes.” Of course, I saw the zeroes in that scary place. My head. You don’t wanna go there. *shakes head*
I ripped into that envelope and shook the paper so the check would fall out.
Robyn looked perplexed. “Hmm. Where’s the check?” So I thought it must be taped to the paper.
You DO know what happened next right? Tears were shed. Squalling Robyns shed lots of tears, I gotta tell you.
It was a form rejection.
“Bbbut. It’s the best story ever written.” Robyn snorted.
In about a week, I reread my masterpiece. I’d already been online learning about picture books, snooping around my pal Susanna’s place, and basically realizing I was kinda dumb to think my first story would be picked up by the first publisher and I would sell it for millions. Sheesh. Could there ever be any person more brainless than me, back then?
Well, when I read my glorious bestselling story, I realized one important thing. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING!!!!!! That thing was a mess!
That was when I made up my mind to learn all I could. And that’s the motto of this way sad story peeps. Learn all we can. We have the entire world at out fingertips. Write, read, repeat. That’s taped to my computer. You know what else is taped beside my computer? That story. It reminds me of how far I’ve come. I know I’m always going to learn stuff, even after I’m published. But I’ve come a long way baby! Thanks for reading my way sad story. Now go and write that masterpiece!
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