While I ultimately did sign the paperwork for my new side gig, I didn’t that evening. I thought the senior editor made a huge mistake in hiring me. My mind raced with several thoughts:
Why would they want my work?
Why would they want to pay me for my work?
I’m not a writer.
I’m someone pretending to be a writer.
66 people in the world think I’m terrible. 66.
First thing tomorrow, I’m emailing the senior editor and I’ll tell her I’m not qualified for the job.
While I do extensive research for all my novels, this novel was different. It’s based off true accounts from interviews I conducted with people who witnessed the events which take place in the story. I traveled to Washington D.C. to research for several hours in a museum’s archives. I also saved over a thousand resources onto a flash drive and spent more hours going through the resources when I got home. I read dozens of personal histories from people who passed away. This novel is different because it involves amazing accounts of people I grew close to and with the stack of rejections, all I could think was I failed everyone.
My husband came home from work half an hour later. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him everything, including what I had done to my manuscript. I had thrown the book away earlier this year, but that time, my husband found it in the trash and bought it back in the house despite my protests.
This time, the book was destroyed.
My husband dried my tears with his hands, hugged me, and whispered, “It’s okay, I have an electronic copy of your book saved on my laptop. Don’t give up.”
“I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life,” I told him. “Writing this book and thinking I could have success with it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought and done.”
“It wasn’t stupid,” he said and kissed my forehead. “Think of all the people you met, all the cool things you saw at the museum, all the personal stories you read – you were so happy when you wrote this book. Remember those classmates in your writing classes who told you you’d never make it? Don’t let them win.”
Simple words.
Don’t let them win.