Well, I can now talk about what has been going on the past several days, now that it is not happening.
Last Monday, I interviewed at one of my workplaces for a full-time gig. The discussions went really well, and I had to admit I felt very much in line to get this job. I certainly have the experience, the skill, and all that other stuff to make it a good go.
As often is the case, there's always one more person with just a bit more of what they're looking for. Actually, there may have been more than one, I'm sure of it; I appreciated being considered, and I got a nice phone call from my potential boss saying I was passed over.
I was not surprised; I've learned you cannot get your hopes up too high, or you will come crashing right down on your ego. It's not fun.
Now, I do admit there was a letdown; I momentarily felt bad, and envisioned myself smashing my head against a wall and screaming, "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK...!"
Then it passed. Very quickly, actually. Nothing has changed; I still work there, I am going to be needed in that capacity, and I still have options.
One of those is kind of one I should have thought of before, but I did look into it the past couple of days. Not much to expect out of that, but we'll see.
My other options remain; one of which is a practical consideration, which means holding out for a bit and waiting to see what transpires.
The other, I carry on with. This one is the longer-range goal, but I have continued on this line for nearly four years, and I cannot see a need to stop.
We're of course talking about my writing. I have finished off edits of two of my manuscripts in recent days, and I feel quite good about the improvements that were made.
This is not a me-me thing, but I have been intensely creative since I began writing the first installment of the Sweet Dreams Series in August of 2007. I have completed three fiction series of the kind that readers of the SDS drafts will understand; I have also completed a series of stories of a more adult-oriented nature, and that means the main characters are adults mostly, and these are for a more adult market. Though again, people of all ages can read these and get an idea of where I am going.
This is where I'm going; I am a writer, and again I believe. The same way Eddie Izzard said you have to believe you are whatever you are in order to succeed, no matter how long that takes you.
Izzard toiled in obscurity for many years, and he paid his dues. I remember Patricia Routledge (Hyacinth from Keeping Up Appearances, and numerous other stage, screen and TV roles) saying of a fellow actress who had worked for many years without ever being known that well, then finally getting her chance to show what she had. It's a great feeling to have that happen, and to see others have it work for them.
There are numerous friends I have about me who are writers of one kind or another. One is self-published; Jim Henry is the author of the "Antiquity Calais" series. The first book is out there, and he's getting the second one ready.
I am not into the self-publishing route, because I am aware that I do not know the first thing about it. Even what I do know, I don't feel confident on; I suppose also I want to do it the old-fashioned way, ie, going with an agent and a publisher because I want to see for myself (not just the readers of the world) that I can do this, and be successful at it.
For me, success is getting signed, and getting published. It has nothing to do with book sales figures, hitting #1 on the New York Times Bestseller list, or any of that. There are levels to success: the first one is getting there.
The second is perpetuating the storyline of the SDS, and how I see it working out. This has potential, and as I've said to others, there is nothing I've done in my life I feel more confident about than this.
The other series? The other stories? Most of them are as good, if not better. Some still need work, sure; they all do. I will see it through as long as I live.
In the meantime, what do you do? You keep writing. You keep working. You keep doing what you have to do to survive, and moving forward. That's it, folks, at least in my view.
No one is to blame for it not happening, and no one has stood in my way. I've taken this the direction I want it to go, and it'll go where it's meant to.
It is hard to patient, yes; but you have to be. This is a huge exercise in patience, but I feel like I've grown up just enough to make it work. It will, dammit!
Right now, I have one manuscript that is bugging the shit out of me. The Beauty Way has never really panned out the way I hoped it would. I've rewritten quite a bit, and lengthened the story; problem is, it's too familiar to me. It does not work.
That's a challenge; to make it work, and I will get back to it one day, but for now, it's just not there. More stuff needs to come up, or come out of me. One thing that seems to happen a lot is that stories, scenes, ideas, often little thing will just present themselves, and I'll realize I need it for that story. More time needed there.
Okay, that's my latest rant on the writing world...and life in general. Away we go...