There is another project I am working on, besides my novel and short story. It’s one that began, oh, a year ago or so, when I got a wild hair to do some freelance writing for a company I liked. After a few months of intense effort, I churned out exactly what they’d asked for.
It just wasn’t what they wanted.
The project was cancelled. The rejection sent me into a tail spin, as you might imagine. My faith and interest in this company and it’s products hit rock bottom. Worse, I felt betrayed by the editor who’d been telling me all along that what I was doing was great.
I expressed this in as polite as possible a way to the company and I was surprised at the results. They appreciated the level of work they’d seen from me and were looking for ways to salvage some of what I’d written in another project. So, after some assurances, I started again. I wrote another proposal and then waited for the high up guy who killed my last book to get back to me. When he said ‘ok’, I was elated, but cautious. I mean, at this point, I was a whipped dog. Whipped dogs don’t come back easily.
So I began again, but I was determined this time to not let it get the better of me. I’ve done a lot of work on it, but the work drags. I have no deadline, and I have several reviewers which give me great feedback (more on that later), but I am reticent to turn in any more work. What if I get the rug pulled out again? Was I stupid for taking them up on it again?
And so it has dragged for months, something that I could have put to bed a long time ago. Sadly, my interest in the company has waned to a degree that it’s hard to motivate myself to work on the project. But on the other hand, its my best chance at seeing something published… so maybe I should pull my finger out?