Up. Down. Up.

Normally, I hate roller-coasters.  Sorry, just not my thing.  I loved them as a kid, but somewhere around nineteen, I developed a fear of heights. Too high and I get dizzy and my stomach crawls up in my throat.  So purposely going high, then falling?  Let’s just say the last person to talk me onto one, got a screaming ear full of cleverly placed four letter words the entire trip.  (Luckily it was late at night–only older teens and adults on it.)

Why am I talking about roller-coasters?

Being on submission is kind of like being on one–a long one– only the high parts are actually fun. 

That fizzy anticipation bubbles, puts a spring in my step and I dream of the possibilities.  Yes, I plan to write my butt off and turn this into a true career, but I’m still at the point where that dream centers around walking into a bookstore and seeing my book on the shelves.  Holding it in my hand.  I’ve done this with magazines I’ve been in in and yeah, that felt pretty cool, but somehow, I know the book will feel different in my hands.  Maybe because I’ve worked so hard for it. Carried around this dream more years than I care to admit.

I do have the days where I swoop so low, I can reach out and touch the ground.  But I’ve noticed lately a lot of those coincide w/personal, stressful days. The cool thing about this roller-coaster experience is… Even on the days when my mood could be considered nothing more than useless, I’ll have that little positive voice speak up as I crawl into bed. 

One that whispers, “Maybe tomorrow.”

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“We have more possibilities available in each moment than we realize.”
Thich Nhat Hanh

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About Rinda Elliott

Writer.I love unusual stories and credit growing up in a family of curious life-lovers who moved all over the country. Books and movies full of fantasy, science fiction and romance kept us amused, especially in some of the stranger places. For years, I tried to separate my darker side with my humorous and romantic one. I published short fiction, but things really started happening when I gave in and mixed it up. When not lost in fiction, I love making wine, collecting music, gaming and spending time with my husband and two children. I’m represented by Miriam Kriss of the Irene Goodman Agency.
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8 Responses to Up. Down. Up.

  1. Jen says:

    I’m right there with you!

  2. I recently told Kaz that life is more fun when it’s run on a little hope. 😉

  3. BrookeTaylor says:

    Could be worse–you could be on the Tilt-a-Whirl… Ups and Downs beat endless circles any day, LOL.

    Fingers are always crossed for you! I know one of these tomrrows will be it!!

  4. BrookeTaylor says:

    Oh–and stop by my blog–having a fun contest you’d be AWESOME at!

  5. Chandra says:

    The most positive thing the submission process has given to me?

    For the first time in my life, Monday is a day that renews hope.

  6. I know, right, Chandra? Friday used to be the fun day, but it’s turned into a Monday. And every Monday, I wake hopeful that this is the week.

    Brooke, I stopped by your blog to tell you the Tilt-a-Whirl is my favorite ride. LOL!!!! I get on it with my husband and kids, we all spin that circle in the middle and they all just laugh and laugh.

  7. I avoid actual roller coasters. I can barely breathe when I drive over a dip in an intersection. It’s ridiculous. I wish my tummy weren’t made of up & down fear.

    And it’s good to have hope as your co-pilot. 🙂

  8. Celise says:

    I’ll be doing the submission thing again soon, too. But I can tell you that when I was going thru it initially, every day was a hopeful day. “Was there going to be another request for a partial or another rejection?” It was interesting, to say the least.

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