So my advice is, have reasonable expectations, and you will not evade happiness.
Oh. That’s right. You didn’t ask for my advice.
But still. It’s free. So take it. Go ahead.
After all, you want to be published, yes?
I am not an expert in publishing. I am not an expert in writing. But I have built a considerable wealth of knowledge on the subject of disappointment by participating in both of the former.
Of course you know one of the songs. Rejection. You’ve heard it before, a thousand times sorting yourself through the treatises and opinions caught in the internet on How to Get Published.
You’re savvy like that. Prepared. Learned, one might even call you.
Disappointment, however, is like a different tune. Another animal entirely, to mix metaphores. Sometimes it happens when you aren’t being Rejected. You might find Disappointment hidden in the tiny recesses of Accepted. Save for the select fortunate, whom we both despise with all our jealous hearts, Disappointment can be a lifelong passenger on the road to Author Career.
Why, just look at all the wonderful places Disappointment can be found!
Your query performance.
Your writing, and other people’s opinions of.
Your editing, and other people’s opinions of.
Your book deal.
Your relationship with editors, agents, readers.
How long it takes getting published.
And many more!
My goodness. Who would ever want to be published? It seems you lose even when you win. On the other hand (Hand usage count so far: One), for those with reasonable expectations, the effects of Disappointment can be somewhat alleviated. How, you ask? Start by adjusting those dreams of yours.
You may get an agent. You may get a book deal. You may build a fan base. But you probably won’t be snatching Stephen King’s throne from under him. Twihards and Potterheads likely won’t be deeming you the next Thing. MTV will doubtfully be approaching you for an episode of Cribs at anytime in the near future. The cover of your book will not leave the masses weeping uncontrollably.
As some great philosopher once mused, “Check yourself before you wreck yourself.” Couldn’t have said it better myself. Though, since you’re curious, what I would have said had I said it myself was, “Jesus, man. Chill the f*** out.”
And I would also need a mirror.