There are times when choices need to be made. I’ve been struggling with making a choice between continuing with my writing and moving on to something else. Having given many years dedicated to learning and honing the craft, with all the time, effort, and finances required, I took stock. In light of the dauntingly slim odds of being accepted by an agent or publisher, I can’t justify continuing down this path at this time. The rejection letters I receive tell me that I write well, but . . . , and best wishes . . . Writers, coaches, and tutors say, “Keep writing, keep submitting, others have succeeded and you can, too!” But when you realize that an agent regularly receives 7,000 queries and accepts only one, (other agents, similar statistics) the chance of being the one rather than one of the 6,999, is not one I can afford. This lotto ticket costs too much for me right now.
I’ve decided to move on to another love of mine. I found a volunteer position helping in a first grade classroom as a reading tutor. I’m a former teacher and my years in kindergarten and first grade were among the happiest. So being back with young children, assisting them as they learn to read, has put a smile on my face and a spring in my step! The “odds” of being successful just went up significantly. I can successfully share my love of reading, of stories, of all language arts. The children’s success will be all the reward I could ask for.
Maybe someday I’ll write again. The door is closed, not locked. In the meanwhile, I’m off to school again!