It was not an easy road, and some people made it even harder. In my stumbling attempts to figure out what to do and where to go, someone took personal offense at my difficulties. Upon contacting this author in the hopes of receiving a shout-out on her blog for my book, I received the coldest, most crushing email I have ever got from anyone ever. It was made very clear to me that I was considered no more than an up-start, an amateur, a poor writer, unworthy of regard. I was so stunned by the tone of the email that I sobbed. Needless to say, I'm full of self-doubt and esteem issues. I wonder if I am any good every day of my writing career. It didn't help to have someone so viciously add fuel to the flames.
I deleted that email, but I haven't forgotten it. I've never contacted that author again, but the wound she served me is still sore. But it did highlight one thing for me today as its memory resurrected in my mind - as it sometimes does. It showed me how much I owe to you people who still believe in me, who love Plenilune, who anxiously and patiently await my subsequent books.
Thank you. Thank you, everyone who loves my work, who cares for me, who supports me, who cheers me when you read my snippets, who stick around The Penslayer even though you know I'm quietly working away and have nothing to update.
Thank you. You are why I am here today. You are why I look forward to publishing another novel. You, my "blogging friends," as you were scathingly referred to, are my support, my network, my grape-vine. You care and you are awesome. Anyone who has ever had a career serving art to people will tell you - the people are your friends.
so thank you. thank you so, so much.
xoxo, the penslayer