The world may benefit from my stories…but that’s a bit hard to believe, isn’t it?
Somewhere in my subconscious must be the belief that sharing what comes out of my head is a good and interesting thing. What evidence is there for this grandiose thinking?
The rejection letter received today reads:
”Thank you so much for sending me your work. I’m afraid, however, that I am going to have to pass up the opportunity to represent it. I am currently taking on new clients quite selectively, focusing on work that really stirs my passion. I honestly don’t feel that I could represent your work with the requisite enthusiasm in this tough market, but hopefully another agent will feel differently.”
Isn’t it amazing how a stranger can find–inadvertently–the words that goes straight into the heart?
Shouldn’t stories stir passion? And you know I don’t mean of the fake shiny passion of a Harlequin romance (which has its place in world–oh fans of Harlequin–but not what I mean).
Though it is difficult not to tie together the many forms of passion when talking about rejection. I have a passion for writing and making art. But I can hardly know if I stir passion in readers for reading what I put out in the world. And yes (nod to Harlequin gods and demons) it reminds me all too well when I was younger and couldn’t to save my heart stir passion in anyone. Even the few boyfriends I had were quite clearly indifferent.
And who among us wants the world to remain indifferent?
Well, just as I continued to go out dancing with friends or to movies by myself, I’ll keep writing stories because what else would I do? Because I did not know then, do not now, and may well never know how to stir passion in others.
It reminds me of when people tell me they don’t have a calling, a passion, a clue about what they want to do with their lives. They admit to having no hobby, no great interest, no obsession, no passion for anything in particular. “Do you have any ideas?” they ask.
I don’t know your inner workings, I want to say. I don’t have your inner map.
So. If I had to choose, perhaps being passionate in an indifferent world beats being indifferent in a passionate world. Maybe.
What do you think?
And on a side note, I’ve got an excerpt for todays story posted over at the imaginary lake guaranteed not to stir passion!