In romance, we have the black moment when everything is wrong and doesn’t seem like it can be put back to rights.
I think there’s a black moment in the attempts at publication world too. It’s the moment after a rejection. The moment when you think, why do I bother? What’s the point? I am never going to be good enough.
As much as I hate thinking/feeling this, as much as I try not to, it’s always something that runs through my brain. Usually, I kick it right back out again, but it gets in there for a moment. And it is definitely my black moment.
But, just like romance, it always has a happy ending. I know I will never stop writing, which means the desire to be published will never go away. So, even in my most discouraged moments it will only take a contest, an idea, or a call for submissions to get me trying all over again.