The Good, the Bad and the Hopeful

The Bad: I never reached the final of that writing competition I entered way back in October. Bummer. I didn’t expect to win – but you  know how it is: a few times I imagined winning it and basking in the glory of success. I was disappointed for the rest of the day after discovering I didn’t get any further. I don’t have much time to dwell on negative thoughts. I even wrote a sweet chapter on a new project that night. Back in the saddle and all that – it’s not a cliché.
For some strange reason, all unsuccessful contestants were encouraged to submit their fledgling baby manuscripts through the ordinary submissions process, though. I think that’s a bit strange, since I get the feeling my book has been rejected already, but okay – I’ll take every opportunity. I’d love to be published in my native language. It frankly feels a bit odd to be published in English first. Then again, it took years for me to find a voice in my native tongue (long story short: I was paralyzed by the many written varieties of my language. It’s still a conundrum at times, but I found a solution, kind of), and the publishing industry is smaller here, so I don’t expect wonders. Maybe my book will find its home – or I scrap it and work on the two other Norwegian projects I have in mind. One is light, one is very dark.

The Good: my application for membership in my local writers guild was approved, so I am officially recognized as a writer, at least. I admit I was super-nervous about my application. That old feeling of not being good enough, despite having a published book to show off, tried to get the better of me. Being recognized by your peers is kind of a big deal. Thankfully, I’m old enough and experienced enough and busy enough to know that it takes a lot to knock me down, so I ignored the feeling of self-doubt 99,99% of the time. In the end, I had nothing to worry about.

The Hopeful: I submitted a finished English novel to my publisher for consideration. Since I also plan to submit my Norwegian novel to several publishers in the next few months, I could be setting myself up for a 2015 dominated by a lot of rejection. Fingers crossed.


Goals for 2015

I ever make any new year’s resolutions, but I do have a few goals and hopes and dreams for the coming year. If one goal is reached, then I’m satisfied with my year.

In no particular order, these are some of my goals:

– ride my bicycle more often on tricky forest paths, and sign up for at least one MTB race the coming summer.
– climb a steep mountain despite my fear of heights
– complete the first drafts of two books and edit at least one
– be accepted for publication again
– find an agent
– beta-read more
– spend fewer hours in front of my computer
– go to more concerts
– enjoy the here and now