For today's post, I've been contemplating for days what I wanted to share. I have been a very insecure writer lately. Still in the querying mode, I've had a few rejections trickle in. Each one does chip away at my confidence (a little) and I begin to wonder if I'm good enough.
Those of you who are regular visitors to my blog may remember me mentioning that I was recently asked to write a story for a youth Girl's Camp. A story that portrays the meaning of deep beauty—a beauty not defined by how you look, but who you are on the inside.
I wrote the story, but was hesitant to send it to the Camp Director. I was worried. What if she hated it? What if it was nothing like she pictured? What if...what if...what if...
I finally sent it to her, confident I had done the best I could. I got an email reply soon after. She LOVED it! We talked on the phone and she told me all the things she loved about it. She had sent it to her husband immediately afterwards, and he also thought it portrayed the message perfectly. My confidence soared.
The reason I'm sharing this is because just when I was feeling despair at the rejections, I had a glimpse of what I like to call "a tender mercy." That tender mercy gave me the motivation I need to persevere. I think when we do feel insecure, we need to seek out those tender mercies, the ones that will validate and uplift us.
I don't know if my first novel will ever get published, but you know what? That's okay. There's always another novel begging to be written.