Well, by my standards, I now consider myself a true author. I received my first rejection letter today from Deseret Book.
And as odd as it sounds, I'm ok with it. In fact, the annoyingly optimistic side of me thinks, "Hey, I want to frame this letter. It means I'm on the road. I'm following my dream."
I know that one day I'll be published. Whether in a year or ten or twenty, if I put in the work it will happen. I believe I have some natural talent (not JK Rowling or anything) and I believe I can learn everything else.
Now, on to writing. Carlina and Harley are calling.
198,000 words. Am I dead from the get-go?
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