Hand Me the Spackle

Dame Rinda

Life has a way of changing us. I’ve always been a little shy, always hesitant to call people or show up at their house. Some see this as unfriendly or reserved, but I honestly know how hard it can be to keep up with things–we are busy people–so I wait for invitations. Now in social situations, I usually do okay. In fact, nerves can sometimes make my mouth run like it’s hooked up to its own motor.

But I found myself avoiding social situations for a bit. Had some personal stuff going on and to be honest, publishing really got to me after a time. Or… trying to publish did.

You see, my YAs nearly did VERY well. I had more than a handful of dream publishers show interest and I made the mistake of letting my hopes get up. Problem was, all this happened during a time those hopes needed a serious boost. None of that interest went anywhere—was the strangest situation. I now know this isn’t unusual, but to someone who really wanted to see those books on the shelves, it… well, it smarted. <g> My spirit took on a few dents, was crushed a bit. Funny enough, I didn’t think it was possible to crush my writer spirit. I mean, I’m the writer who wrote this poem and read it aloud at a poetry slam.

Writing, Pro-Boxing Style

I storm into the ring
Muscles oiled and compiled
To face an opponent of one
Heavy-weight style.

He goes by the name Diffidence
As world champion, he defiles
He creeps into the ring
Sentient style.

I throw out my first move
Shatter his myopic guile
Then perform a dancing two-step
Mohammad Ali style.

He rebounds with a solid left
Vilification so vile
With a quick follow up of guilt
Fourth-grade teacher style.

I growl with frustration
Gather persistence I’ve stockpiled
And slam him into the ropes
Pro-wrestler style.

He grabs my creative muscle
This cheating reptile
And sinks in his teeth
Mike Tyson style.

Patience at end
My deadline he will not exile
I deliver the knockout punch
Confident Writer Style.

I’m handling this publishing biz a little differently these days. I fully realized I only have control over the writing part. So I enjoy that part. And I’ve managed to glue my spirit back together, but it still needs a few repairs. A little paint…maybe something sparkly. Having the support of good friends (Including the fabulous Dames!) helped me quite a bit. Never underestimate the importance of a good support system!

I now have my urban fantasy series coming out next year and I’m pretty excited about it. As for those Norse YAs I love so much? Who knows? I’m certainly not ready to give up on them yet which goes to show that writer spirit is strong—even when it cracks a bit. ;)

 

About Rinda Elliott

Rinda Elliott loves unusual stories and she credits growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and horror kept them amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, Rinda tried to separate her darker side with her humorous and romantic one. She published short fiction, but things really started happening when she gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, she loves making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with her husband and two children.

Please visit Rinda at her website/blog: http://relliott4.wordpress.com/

Comments

  1. Dame Rinda, I love tt poem!!! I really do hope tt you’ll get to publish your YAs soon. I’ll definitely read them! Keep up that writer spirit, you have the Dames and your fans supporting you. :D

  2. Can’t wait to read those YAs, no matter what format they come out in! And those UF? CANNOT wait.

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