Okay, okay. There’s a lot of areas Mr. T and I don’t see eye-to-eye. Accessories for one. He’s of the “more is more” mentality, whereas I’m a “less is more” kinda gal. I can only carry off SO much bling, you know?
Then there’s physique for two. Remember his role as Clubber Lang in Rocky III? Sure, he’s old now, but back then his BMI was waaayyy better than mine. My muscles just don’t DO that. Ever. I distinctly recall my husband grumbling something about “chicken wings” last time I flexed. Yes. I flex. Because I am that kind of girl.
Wondering what possible connection Mr. T has with this writer? Well, I’ll tell you. TENACITY. Which is the word you will need to chug, gnash, and snort in order to survive the submission process. Because it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve gotten punched or been on the ropes. You just gotta get up and keep swinging.
Are there times I wallow and cry? Uh, YEAH. *insert support of awesome family, friends, and donuts* There’s a reason donuts are shaped like life preservers.
Are there times I have those Titanic-King-of-the-World moments? Absolutely.
Do those things happen in equal ratio? Heh, I wish.
Honestly, if publishing were that easy we’d ALL have books lining the shelves at our local bookstore, and I wouldn’t be sitting here channeling my “T”ness while flexing my chicken wings. But where’s the sport in that?
Everyone has obstacles blocking them from their goals–whether it be publishing, that promotion, whatever. The key is not letting obstacles become permanent road blocks. Think of them simply as detours. Eventually, you WILL arrive at your destination. YOU WILL. I just can’t promise you won’t get stuck behind that Amish guy with the orange triangle on the back of his horse-pulled buggy from time to time. 🙂
So, as I climb into the ring for a final round of submissions, and stare the possibility of rejection in its ugly face, I’ll curl my lip and snarl in my most “T” like voice:
“I don’t sweat you.”
And then pray to God rejection doesn’t see the perspiration blossoming at my armpits.
When you’re ready to throw in the towel, how do you persevere?