You know, I wonder sometimes if I’m crazy.
Why, you ask? Well, any number of reasons, really, most pressing of which is the fact that I am starting (or trying, anyway) to write. For a living, I mean. For tuition, really, if you want to get persnickety. I am a writer, I’ve been paid to write (I guess that makes me a writer, even if you won’t see my name on the New York Times’ Bestseller List or in the The New Yorker). Now I’m trying to continue that trend.
It’s harder than you might think.
See, you can send out your manuscripts to approximately 50,000 journals and magazines, yet get nothing but polite rejection notices. These always tell you that rejection doesn’t mean your writing isn’t bad, but it just isn’t what they’re looking for. Not that I’m questioning these decisions; hey it’s their magazine, they can publish whatever floats their collective boats. Question is, is it just not what they’re looking for, or is my writing really bad? Fact is, I think I’m pretty good (usually), but so do those self-published authors on Amazon and Lulu who just really. . .aren’t. Am I any different?
And why does this make me crazy? Let me explain it with an analogy.
Analogy: Once upon a time, just about fifty years or so after Grandpapa Brontosaurus up and died, there lived a caveman named Mr. Cro Magnon. Like all his ilk, Cro was a cave-dweller (hence the designation of ‘caveman’) and big game hunter. Well, one day Cro got tired of throwing spears at mammoth and cave bears because he wasn’t very good and it, and it was kind of boring. He remembered the orange waves lightening made when it struck trees and he thought that making that would be a better use of his talents than chucking pointy sticks at reindeer. So he walked over to the nearest tree, picked up a stone, and hurled it at the tree. After all, that was all lightening did to make the orange stuff, hit trees. In accordance with popular laws of physics, the stone did nothing but fall to the ground. Undaunted, Cro picked up another stone and threw it. Same result.
Cro is probably somewhere in France to this day, chucking stones at trees. And no, he still hasn’t discovered how to create fire. Someone should probably have pity on him and give the dude a match.
So am I Cro? I sincerely hope not, and in all honesty, I typically don’t think so. But sometimes. . .yeah, sometimes I wonder if I’m throwing rocks and expecting fire.
You know what? I kind of like Cro. I think I might write about him more in the future. Also, at some point I must tell you what happens to Taliesin after he’s found by Elphin because he’s a pretty interesting kid.
Well, that was a rambling post. If you’ve just stumbled onto this blog (welcome, first of all, and thanks for checking out my little corner of cyberspace), please know that I’m usually more rational than this. At least, I hope so.
Long days and pleasant nights from the Tale-Weaver.