At first, he was aggrieved that his action had the consequence of limiting what could have happened, his lack of foresight and impatience denying him a blessing that would have been quite nice. He bore under it with a strong sense of grief, but it soon dissipated into the nothingness around him, and life went on.
If it fits in with the publisher’s requirements—yeah, right—I, as one writer among many, really want my story published the way I envisage it. But, having had second thoughts, if I would not self-publish, how do I get my work in, without doing just like the publisher requires? Dare I say I prefer to do it my way? Bother…Maybe there is another way to get my work out there.
Of course, there is a kind of leeway for the writer to be expressive, but within the requirements, or else do not get published. I want to be published. Yes, I do. So, got to do what I am told, and that is something I can do, when push comes to shove. I find I am kind of natural at it.
The publisher’s requirements can be guidelines, a shape, or outline, the type of product and the tone and emphasis of certain products. Just depends on who the writer writes for. Devotions one way may not fit somewhere else, for example. (They should fit everywhere, but that is the way it goes.) But they are still devotions, done differently one place or another. I must adjust accordingly.
Without wanting to boast (well, there may be a bit of that, but I would rather not) I was kind of blessed for getting published the first time I submitted a devotion to a publisher, but since then I have had several rejections with same publisher. Bother, but the publisher kindly pointed out to study the kind of devotions they publish. Nice. So, I did. I think I am producing suitable devotions for them one after another now, while still with the ability to express myself. So, when writing for other publishers, and not only for myself, I am finding it a positive experience.
As long as I check my writing before sending it, that’s what matters.
Tracks record of successes, and bragging rights, is, for me, not important; I do not bond with it or like. For me, it is about doing the job and let the others watch and make their own judgments. I would not care. If it succeeds in a big way, I am pleased, but let the work speak for itself. Writing is not about the glory and neither is life.
Have you ever had the feeling you were going to write something but just didn’t? Did it matter? Or did you not care? What compelled you to write something even though you weren’t going to? Was it passion? Compulsion? Duty? Or entitlement to write the best novel for the modern era? And did you get around to writing it at all? How did it make you feel when you didn’t write it? Really good. Chill, relax, and take a break.