At this very moment I am not feeling like a failure or a guppy in an ocean, but I came across this article by Miranda Beverly-Whittemore titled I'm a Big Failure And I'm Proud. The article talks about her failures at a writer. (Failure in the sense of not being able sell books.)
Her article begins by talking about how other writers are surprised that she so openly talks about her short-comings or failures. Warning: the word failure I all over this article. Miranda talks about how she climbed out of the lonesome hole of failure, kept writing, took advice of other professionals and bonded with other writers.
I would love to write full-time and not have the pressure of having to make money from it. That is why I have the plan of winning the lottery (although I do not play it) and saving a billionaires life (that is why I hang around train stations-not that a billionaire would take a train). I could save a billionaire's live while I am buying a lottery ticket. Tangent . . . I know.
One disappointment I recently had was getting a rejection from a literary agent that asked to see my work. She was really nice about. 1. She sent me an email. It was nice of her to take the time to do that. 2. She stated, "Good concept. I did not connect with the work as I would have hoped." So it is her fault not mine. Right? The whole 'it is not you it is me line.' I am sure this is some sort of generic reply she has, but I appreciated it. Last, she encourage me to keep writing.
There you go. I am feeling hopeful and inspired as a writer. Now, I just need more hours in the day.