Yesterday was a very disappointing day for me. I love writing, and almost all the time, different poems, stories, scenes from different books I’ve written and even characters step out infront of me. They all feel so real, I sometimes think that putting my hand out will let me touch them. A novel line pulls me into the setting I have created, and the fantasy I have written of seems more real to me that the real world I live in…
I find it hard to accept that each morning, I have to go to work at a job I do not have much interest in. Yes, my job is great, the people there are interesting, and the work I do keeps my mind stimulated at all times! But it’s not something I have a passion for! It’s not something I look forward to; just something I go to each day so that my bank account won’t run dry at the end of the month.
I hate the fact that I am too tired to come home and write! I really feel so guilty about snatching free times in between hours to update my latest novella! I don’t like being lost in my stories half the time only to be dragged back out of it just because some silly supplier is insisting on us hiring the transport company instead of him doing it(that was really silly actually, because it’s going to just cost him higher now)!
I so look forward to the day when all I will be doing from sunrise to down is writing! I can imagine it all now… Me sitting at this writing desk, swiveling around as the latest adventure of my hero saves the heroine in distress! Okay, I digressed, and besides, none of my heroes save their heroines. It’s the other way round in my stories usually… But again, I’m digressing.
My parents however, have insisted, and rightly so actually, that I should have at least one book published before my dream career is allowed to take flight. And it should be published in India, and it should be a success. And it should help me make a profit, for, they some reason believe that I am not a Non Profit Organization. I don’t know why, don’t ask me.
And in trying to fulfill these conditions, I got my book published last year. Too bad, it was an American company which published it, which didn’t bother to send across any books to India, and for my parents, that wasn’t enough.
So I tried for an Indian publisher this July. I’ve been at it for so long. A good friend of mine is also helping me in this. It was he who got my book to several publishers, and the latest of them was a newbie in the market, looking for new authors. But just yesterday, after looking at good news for a good three months (I follow the no news is good news policy. But this company had told me I had passed two levels out of three anyway, so it was actually good news), the company rejected me.
And you know why? Coz they said my book wasn’t Indian enough. Seriously?! Oh wait, yes! Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code was totally Indian wasn’t it? And Harry Potter too! How could my Un-Indian book hope to do well when such Indian books around? Right?
I was so depressed the whole afternoon. My friend told me not to worry, that my book has what it takes, and that it was just one Publisher out of so many. But it was still disappointing! It was months of hope all shattered!
But I suppose I have to keep trying, keep moving forward. My dream career is shifted a few months ahead (boo hoo!), but if I stop now, it’ll never come (DOUBLE BOO HOO!)…
I know my book is going to be big one day… It has the potential to keep readers discussing it all day, to have them lined up at bookstalls at midnight for my next book release, to… And I suppose the Publisher who rejected me has some bad Karma on his line (Yes, I believe in all that stuff) and he was not to share in my glory.
And yes, I am still a little down, so a few positive comments would help (If you’ve read this, that it to say, of course!)!
I find it hard to accept that each morning, I have to go to work at a job I do not have much interest in. Yes, my job is great, the people there are interesting, and the work I do keeps my mind stimulated at all times! But it’s not something I have a passion for! It’s not something I look forward to; just something I go to each day so that my bank account won’t run dry at the end of the month.
I hate the fact that I am too tired to come home and write! I really feel so guilty about snatching free times in between hours to update my latest novella! I don’t like being lost in my stories half the time only to be dragged back out of it just because some silly supplier is insisting on us hiring the transport company instead of him doing it(that was really silly actually, because it’s going to just cost him higher now)!
I so look forward to the day when all I will be doing from sunrise to down is writing! I can imagine it all now… Me sitting at this writing desk, swiveling around as the latest adventure of my hero saves the heroine in distress! Okay, I digressed, and besides, none of my heroes save their heroines. It’s the other way round in my stories usually… But again, I’m digressing.
My parents however, have insisted, and rightly so actually, that I should have at least one book published before my dream career is allowed to take flight. And it should be published in India, and it should be a success. And it should help me make a profit, for, they some reason believe that I am not a Non Profit Organization. I don’t know why, don’t ask me.
And in trying to fulfill these conditions, I got my book published last year. Too bad, it was an American company which published it, which didn’t bother to send across any books to India, and for my parents, that wasn’t enough.
So I tried for an Indian publisher this July. I’ve been at it for so long. A good friend of mine is also helping me in this. It was he who got my book to several publishers, and the latest of them was a newbie in the market, looking for new authors. But just yesterday, after looking at good news for a good three months (I follow the no news is good news policy. But this company had told me I had passed two levels out of three anyway, so it was actually good news), the company rejected me.
And you know why? Coz they said my book wasn’t Indian enough. Seriously?! Oh wait, yes! Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code was totally Indian wasn’t it? And Harry Potter too! How could my Un-Indian book hope to do well when such Indian books around? Right?
I was so depressed the whole afternoon. My friend told me not to worry, that my book has what it takes, and that it was just one Publisher out of so many. But it was still disappointing! It was months of hope all shattered!
But I suppose I have to keep trying, keep moving forward. My dream career is shifted a few months ahead (boo hoo!), but if I stop now, it’ll never come (DOUBLE BOO HOO!)…
I know my book is going to be big one day… It has the potential to keep readers discussing it all day, to have them lined up at bookstalls at midnight for my next book release, to… And I suppose the Publisher who rejected me has some bad Karma on his line (Yes, I believe in all that stuff) and he was not to share in my glory.
And yes, I am still a little down, so a few positive comments would help (If you’ve read this, that it to say, of course!)!
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