Misha asked that I give a reflection of the year. Since she's in charge of this goal-setting blog hop, I'd better do it.
My goal was to get 24 rejections by the end of the year. I received one rejection in December which brings my total to 15. That's not what bothers me.
What bothers me is that at the beginning of 2016 my rejections were encouraging, even a bit personalized, but by the end they were all forms again. Now, 15 is a pretty small sampling, so I shouldn't be worried about that. So what really bothers me
...is that I have no new manuscripts to submit.
It's not for lack of ideas - I have lists and lists! But none of them are gelling into anything.
I think my passion has died.
I've tried resurrecting a few old ones to see if I could polish them up.
I've tried free-writing to see if a story immerges.
But nothing worth submitting has come out of it.
Yep, Folks, I officially have Writer Burnout.
Let's see, where's the rule book on Writer Burnout?
Aha, here it is:
When you have Writer Burnout...
OK, maybe those aren't the best things to do when you have Writer Burnout. Let me try again:
What to REALLY do...
(I guess this is a pep talk for me more than anything. P.S. It's not working.)
So About 2017
I'll never stop writing, but maybe I'm trying too hard to be published.
I've decided to cut back on my submissions. Only submit something when I think it's truly marketable.
Starting at the 15 rejections I've already received, my goal will still be getting rejected 24 times by the end of 2017. I guess technically that means I'm only getting rejected 9 more times.
In the Meantime...
Maybe I'll find something to reignite the fire.
Or maybe I won't.
I need choco - er - broccoli.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)