The mail that changed everything…
I know people refer to me as a writer but I have never been totally comfortable with the term. You see, I can’t blow plenty grammar or describe the sky in a full page. If it doesn’t revolve around the pristine whiteness of Agege bread, miss me with the descriptions, biko! The problem was; every “big” writer was blowing grammar! Talk about big shoes to fill! I had some doubts and did a lot of soul searching. I asked myself repeatedly: Am I good at this? Am I wasting my precious time? Will I ever be good enough?
One day, I picked up myself from the dust and sent some of my works to some foreign journals. I didn’t expect a reply. It was part of the “let me feel good about myself for a while” or “make-I-follow-my-mates-famz-foreign-journal”.
After six months, (I kid you not!) I got a mail. The mail that changed everything. It read:
Congratulations! I wish to inform you that your submitted work has been accepted for inclusion in our journal.
I would like to thank you for submitting your poems in our issue. We envision a journal featuring works by emerging and established writers. We are literature beyond literature.
Some of the proceeds will go to a family support group in Philippine General Hospital. Every Christmas we donate books to the patients.
Kindly tell your family, friends and supporters about us, too. I do hope you submit to us again.
April Mae M. Berza.
Boy O boy! I was super delighted! Me? A foreign journal? Issalie!
Here I am one year later with over 10 e-books to my name(well, not exactly MY name since it was a ghostwriting contract).
I just need you to hold on and keep pushing. The problems of your yesterday will become inconsequential tomorrow.
What are your fears? Care to share in the comments section? Let’s talk!