*shabby metaphor alert!* (consider yourself warned . . .)
Some days, I feel a lot like this baby.
I can see that thing I crave. We all do. Stories of agent signings and book deals and landing on the NYT Bestseller list. We all know what we want, and it's tantalizingly close.
Believe me, if I could, I'd slide all the way down the proverbial publishing staircase. I think we all would.
Alas, in our world, it isn't that simple. There's no short cut, though it certainly seems like some people have found one. Trust me, they haven't. Everyone has a different staircase, of different lengths, with different kinds of steps. And the only way down in one step at a time. And the only way to not go absolutely insane on your descent is (wait for it . . .)
Do I have a magical trick to getting more? Nope.
Tips? Advice? Tricks I've learned over the years? Nada (well . . . other than avoiding Twitter . . .)
Really, the only thing to do is put one foot in front of the other and keep your eyes on the prize.
Yoga-chant with me now: Paaaaaaatience. Paaaaaatience.