This month is my 8th anniversary as a published writer. It has been 8 years since I received my last official paycheck as a fiction writer. 2015 and 2016, years of awesome and abundant writing gigs from research to blog.
But to be honest, kanang, ibinaon na nako sa limot kay thinking about it now kay very cringe-ey ba but 8 yrs ago (nagremind man gud ang memory app cheness sa mga social media) I submitted my first ever manuscript to a publishing company but it was rejected. Yes, ever since then, I eat rejections every day. Char. Pero wait, naay reserved inyu Teta. I submitted my second manuscript as soon as possible after following the editor's recommendation and then signed a sale of rights, didn't even read that contract. The first official contract I signed in my life. Nakakwarta na dayun oks, I didn't know na may pera sa writing. That's where I realized that when you do what you love, everything else will follow.
I swear if I'm going to write again, I'll have better characters, better character progression, better plot, better everything.
But right now, I cannot imagine writing again, I have a lot of excuses. I want to have my own webtoon/manga but I can only draw stick figures. And right now, I have to prioritize things that matter. Though till now, I still dream of living on the beachside listening to the waves while typing scifi and love stories or inside my own cabin in the woods listening to the rain while writing crime scenes.
Yes, someday, somewhere, somehow.
