I had a bit of an epiphany the other day. I know we all know not all of our writing projects will get off the ground and will languish for years on a computer file or in a box in the attic. I have boxes of completed books and poetry manuscripts that have never been accepted anywhere. Trying to understand this has been challenging. There are so many venues for publication, and I know friends who know friends who know publishers, but sometimes all it takes is for one project to languish and you just want to throw in the towel and never try again.
I was hit with this realization (kind of a Buddha Moment) that not all projects get off the ground. And they are never meant to. Why? They haven’t matured yet. Just writing this helps me understand the creativity I need to think about this in a more positive light. Nothing doesn’t happen without practice, and all of these manuscripts will require hours and hours of additional practice. Just as a musician must practice to perfect a passage of music, writing requires the same discipline.