Hey there everyone!
I’ve been looking around on this forum for a few months now, but this is my first post. Like many of you, during the pandemic I wrote a manuscript. We were all likely driven by different motivations. Some people had a lot of extra time on their hands. Others experienced or processed new and complex emotions, wedging an idea in their brain that they just had to write down for risk of ex/imploding. Others still thought that maybe they could turn something they love to do into a little bit of extra money during these hard times. Or they had been successfully published before, and were ready for another go.
Whatever the motivation, we all find ourselves here, in this position. This position of having worked hard and produced something you truly feel is good, only to be faced with a world that does not put value on this brand of hard work. It’s a world that puts very little value in hard work of any kind, when it really comes down to it. I think everyone here has had more or less the same experience after submitting queries with dozens of agents: response times that are so incredibly short that you are certain they hadn’t spent more than a moment looking at your submission. Or response times that never end, leaving you floating in this world of uncertainty as you wait for someone in the world to look at you and say “I see you.”
(I must add however, I have heard that the process of actually getting published can be quite demoralizing as well. )
I am not putting any blame for this on the agents. I do not think they are heartless, cruel, or any sort of thing other than a human being doing their job, many, I'm sure, doing it very well. What I this is at fault is this world of ours where we don’t invest in human ingenuity. We’re ok with consuming media that has been churned out over and over and over because it’s addictive. People do not watch, attend, or often pay for, original, independent art. But then we complain when our own original, independent art is not appreciated. There are good, new, ideas out there that we are willfully overlooking. Partly we as individuals are at fault. But mostly I think our society is at fault. We are not paid to consume art, and we must always be getting paid if we are going to survive. The fact that so many people on here have even written a manuscript you are proud of enough to shop it around to strangers and face rejection, is nothing short of a miracle. I’m sorry most of you will never see any societal/monetary “benefit” from what you have done.
Which brings me to my question: given that this is the current environment of publishing, what motivation are you all finding to sit down and keep doing it? I thought this might hopefully serve as a therapeutic effort; I’d love to hear how you all inspire yourselves, what you feel you are working towards as you continue developing your art if publishing reasonably and realistically cannot be a goal.
I appreciate your time, I appreciate your art. We must all keep doing it, the world needs it.