Last month, I wrote about being ready to start submitting my book to agents, which I have done - even if it's only two so far. Both submissions have been rejected and after the first I went through my usual what's-the-point sulk for five to ten minutes. For those five to ten minutes I wanted to just give up. It didn't matter that I've wanted to be a published writer since I was in primary school, that I've given up my evenings, writing even when I was knackered after looking after my kids all day. An agent had said no so what was the point?
I'm sure I'm not the only one to feel like this at times (please let there be others!) and it soon passed and I stopped sulking and got on with it. Being published might not happen straight away but if I just give up it'll never happen at all. And if it still doesn't, at least I tried. And tried again and again.