Those authors and their stories arrived on some Editor’s desk at the right time—most likely not at the time the Author thought was right—at the Lucky Spot time that is a combination of talent, work, perseverance and luck.
Does it matter if your Lucky Spot isn’t after the first novel, or the second, or the fifty-first rejection of your third novel, and comes at the tenth submission of the fifth novel? It does if you are writing for the income, the recognition and all the things we imagine we want from our writing.
But what if the Lucky Spot is where you are now? If just writing is the luckiest thing in the world you could do. And all you need from your writing is to turn up to it, to make you as happy and rewarded as if you were a best-seller novelist. Who said there is a time-line on publishing work and building a career?
And if nobody wants your first book or first story, well that is okay. Write the second one and fill your trash, rubbish bags or in-boxes with the rejections. Heck, stick them on the wall. Success is the best revenge. If the second book doesn’t do the trick, well eventually will come the book that makes a mockery of those rejection slips. At some point, if you have a modicum of natural writing ability, you must find the Lucky Spot, where your writing matches your ambition.
Do not get me wrong. When I started out two years ago, the publication of my work was the be all and end all. I would go to sleep imagining the acceptance letter as, simultaneously, the spectre of being an unpublished writer loomed large. But something happened along the road. Call it, perhaps, the wisdom of the accumulated words I have banked.
I wrote a bunch of short stories because the ideas alighted upon me and I needed to get them down. Then several larger stories invaded my brain that I knew would become books. And I was off and racing towards that publishing deal. But as I wrote towards that Lucky Spot, head down and ambition weighing on my shoulders, I paused and looked around. Suddenly, I realised I wasn’t writing to be published but writing because I loved it. Writing and I were partners and we enjoyed each other’s company.