I applied for a grant created to support artists living in Washington state. I worked really hard on my application, attempting to convince the judges of the literary merit of a young adult book project, particularly in light of the fact that most of the writing projects they support are for narrow, literary adult markets. I knew the odds weren't in my favor.
And I was right. I didn't get it. It wasn't for very much money, but it would've provided such a sense of validation, something I've not received much (in any official capacity, anyway) since I first started writing fiction.
But, it's OK. Writing a novel is a big thing, and it takes an equally big amount of time to get really good at doing that thing. Times like this, I need to remind myself of the the immortal words of Ira Glass: "It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through."
|Read this. Seriously. Then go frame it. Then worship at its alter everyday.|
It still doesn't stop me from wondering why I was rejected. Maybe it was because the judges were biased against YA. Maybe my writing sample wasn't good enough. Or maybe the description of my project seemed derivative of better books. I'll find out next week when they provide feedback to rejectees who ask for it. I'll let you know what they say! I mean, it should be good for a laugh at least, right?