For some of you out there in cyber land, the title of today’s post makes perfect sense, right? This is how I’ve been feeling lately. So what do I do? I find the duct tape! That’s what I do. Then I tape up my shovel and wait for the ground to thaw. Once it softens up, I start digging again. But just as cruel as the first frost is to flowers, so is fate to the weary digger. The second I think I’m making real progress, I hit a rock and break the handle on my shovel again.
Now, a lot of you may be reading this, wondering if I’ve lost my mind. Of course I have. A long time ago, but that’s not the point. What I’m really talking about, is my journey toward publication. I’ve had highs, lows, and too many rewrites to count, but something keeps me from giving up. In the end, I hope I’m not standing with a broken shovel. Only time will tell the outcome of my efforts. No matter what, I can smile, knowing I gutted it out and pursued my dream, and there isn’t an agent, editor, or publishing house, who can take that away from me.
If anyone else knows what I’m talking about, please comment and share your feelings. And if the ground isn’t thawing quickly enough, break out the blow torch! Until the next time, happy writing, friends! J