I'm involved in the local media. I enjoy interviewing children a lot because they can be very honest about sharing what they think. Recently, I spoke with a team of really sweet junior high boys who competed in a technology gadget competition. During the announcement of the winners at the event, the runner-ups were announced first. The boys were disappointed they didn't hear their team announced for any of the runner-up prizes.
When the announcer was about to reveal the big grand prize winner, also the final award, the boys were reassuring one another that it was okay they didn't win and they knew they all tried their best.
Then the boys heard their team name announced as the grand prize winner. They totally didn't see it coming. How cool is that.
Before the boys knew the final results, I imagine them graciously applauding the runner-ups, but perhaps feeling just a teeny tiny bit uneasy that their names haven't been called.
As an aspiring author, I feel like that once in awhile.
Knowing how hard many writers struggle, work, and persevere toward their publishing dreams, I am genuinely happy for writers I know, even writers I don't know, when they hit milestones in making their dreams into a reality. The pursuit to get published can come with so many challenges and so much heartache and headache that I strongly feel we need to support one another. In fact, a major pet peeve of mine is when I observe a bitter person raining on someone else's parade, someone else's success. When I hear an author sharing good news, I often think, YAY for them, and that could be me.
But sometimes, I also wonder, when will that be me?
There is no answer to that. All I can do is work hard, learn as much as I can, support others, and just wish and hope that I would get to hear my name get called someday.
How do you process your moments of uncertainty, in and out of your writing life?