“Never, never, never, never give up.”
– Winston Churchill
“Never give up, never surrender.”
In the twelve years I struggled to make my first publishing sale I never thought much about my own perseverance. I simply love writing too much. Building worlds, inventing characters, devising plots, creating conflict, conjuring romance… it all brings such a thrill I get this little burst of excitement in my chest every time I return to my manuscript in progress.
I guess what got me to thinking about my own perseverance was a critique partner’s claim that if she didn’t sell her latest WIP– the third manuscript she’d received a revision letter for– she was going to call it quits. That just seemed so sad to me. Give up my imaginary friends? Never!
Every rejection letter I received I was able to tuck away and forget about. Sure, each one brought a dismal cloud that seemed to rain only on me, but they never daunted me. They never translated into “I can’t do this.” I just moved on.
Strange, considering my nature.
I was never a very perseverant child. Sure, my teachers said I was exceptionally bright, but I never had much see-throughitive-ness. I was easily frustrated and quickly bored. My parents developed a habit of making things easier for me when it appeared I wasn’t going to finish something, and that only enabled my ease in giving up.
But I never quit writing. Never stopped reaching for that elusive contract. I’ve heard other writers call themselves gluttons for punishment. Sadists. “Why do we do this again?” With all the roadblocks in this slow moving industry, why bother? It certainly isn’t a get-rich-quick trade.
I consider myself extremely lucky the niche where I finally found my perseverance is so darned much fun. My first book came out in 2009 from Loose-Id. Every step along the way has been a thrill. Each little milestone – my first revisions, (and second and third, and line edits…:) my first cover, my first ISBN – have all been like a little party thrown just for me.
Those twelve years as an unpublished writer have taught me the key to perseverance: find that thing you love to do. That prize you have to have. That goal you have to reach. Trust me, the success feels good. The way I feel right now makes every day of those twelve years totally worth it.
1. I hate coffee.
2. When I was 10, I had a pony named FUBAR. The name fit.
3. Favorite food: pasta.
4. I may be the only person alive who does not find Paris romantic.
5. I'm deathly afraid of spiders and exoskeletal bugs.
6. I believe marijuana should be legal and alchohol illegal.
7. I have double-jointed thumbs. My husband thinks it's just wrong.
8. I am a cat person.
9. Abbott & Costello meet Frankenstien scared me as a kid.
10. I think nerds are sexy.
What I've noticed recently is that there are a lot of people claiming they have legitimate rights to resell work, stating such malarky as, "I bought this collection of ebooks through ebay, so it must be legal." "The seller claimed he has the rights to sell me a 'resellable' collection." "I own the copyright to this collection because I burned it to a single CD."
No, sorry, none of that makes it legal. If you've purchased a "resell" license to a collection of books, you've been taken for a ride. A very simple way to explain this to you is simply to tell you to look up the word "bootleg" in the dictionary.
Only I own the copyright to my work. Period. No one can sell you "resell rights" to my book. I can't even resell my book. To do so would be a violation of my contract with my publisher. And just because you, or someone else loaded it onto a CD or combined it into a collection, you do not automatically have rights over it. What you've purchased, and what you're selling, are bootleg copies.
Adjective: (esp. of liquor, computer software, or recordings) Made, distributed, or sold illegally.
Verb: Make, distribute, or sell illicit goods, (esp. liquor, computer software, or recordings) illegally: "bootlegged videos".
To produce, distribute, or sell without permission, illegally copying, distributing or selling illegal copies of copyrighted material.
Just...don't. 'Nuff said.