Last year I sent out my 4th query, but it was like, novel #12 or something high like that. I loved that story so much. And long story short - after working incredibly hard on it and on the query and everything involved - I sent the story out, and it was blanket forms all the way. I tweaked my letter several times, rewrote it completely a few times, and after several months and some 80 or 81 rejections, including a few publishers -- (some no replies, but all the replies I did get were forms) I set the story aside and tried to move on.
Now when I write (and I've finished two stories this year so it's not like I'm not trying), I don't feel anything. I'm just going through the motions. I write, I revise, I submit, sometimes I rewrite and submit again. But when I'm done with the stories now, I don't like them. I don't care what happens to them, and I can't put 100% into anything anymore because I don't see the point. It's so much work. And no one cares. And I'm still mad about number 4.
I have this idea that I love, and I'm so afraid I'm going to mess it up or that I can't write anymore, and I used to think I was pretty good. It's like, what's the point, no one is going to read this shit anyway.
I don't know...
It's been a year. What is wrong with me?
Now when I write (and I've finished two stories this year so it's not like I'm not trying), I don't feel anything. I'm just going through the motions. I write, I revise, I submit, sometimes I rewrite and submit again. But when I'm done with the stories now, I don't like them. I don't care what happens to them, and I can't put 100% into anything anymore because I don't see the point. It's so much work. And no one cares. And I'm still mad about number 4.
I have this idea that I love, and I'm so afraid I'm going to mess it up or that I can't write anymore, and I used to think I was pretty good. It's like, what's the point, no one is going to read this shit anyway.
I don't know...
It's been a year. What is wrong with me?