My Red Shoes, 2009
Dear Reader, it's been one day since I've last confessed. Yes, after yesterday's post, I'm not sure if I have anything more.
But I'll try, it's Tuesday, Confession Tuesday, so let's go
to the confessional--
I confess that yesterday's post was rather hard to write. And when I say rather I mean really.
It was very humbling to go back over the years to see where this manuscript came from and mistakes I made along the way.
In certain ways, I feel like trying to get my book published is my ego on overload (Everyone, you must read my work! I is sooooooooooo important!) and seeing how much effort I put into my work over the years tells me I must be persistent or an big arse (or maybe a little of both).
If I try to look at it positively, I would say that I saw all the scraps of fabric in many ways before I made the dress. And even though I may have sewed on a few extra pockets, in the end, the dress was complete.
If I look at it negatively, I would say make sure you have the outfit before you purchase 76 pairs of shoes to go with it first.
Of course, in the end, one of those pairs of shoes fit. But I could have probably purchased less shoes if I hadn't been so excited about the dance.
And well, we're not talking shoes or dancing here, but it seems easier to talk about that way. And I wanted you to know the whole story because sometimes I think things seem easier when you look at someone's life.
But all of it, life, poetry, it's not easy. It's a lot of work.
And when people tell you how they submitted to only 1 contest or press and were accepted, don't think they wrote the manuscript overnight and believe it was easy for them-- just realize, they were smart enough to have finished the dress before they began looking for the shoes. And when I say shoes, I mean publisher.
And if it were easy, then it wouldn't be worth it.