I've been on a diet since the first of the year and I'm doing really well. I'm proud of myself: no chocolate, no ice cream, no great big helpings of anything. Even my reward for finishing the Bell-Men rewrites this weekend was modest: half a dozen animal crackers. Whee!
But it's still so early in my diet that I don't see much change in my appearance and the way my clothes fit. All the cute little skirts in the back of my closet seem so tiny it's hard to believe I was wearing them just a few summers ago. I know that if I stick to it I'll start seeing a big difference soon, but it's easy to get discouraged and give up at this point.
It's the same with selling stories--maybe even worse, since so much of the process is out of my control. For months I've been shopping a story I really like. I think it's one of my best, so naturally enough I started at the top, subbing it to Strange Horizons and Fantasy Magazine. They said no, so now I'm working on the prestigious but lower paying markets. And still I keep getting no, no, no.
It's discouraging. It's enough to make me want to give up. Getting a sale to a good market--or any market at all, lately--seems just as remote as me stuffing myself into one of those little skirts. But if I give up, I'll definitely never get the sale. And at least if I keep dieting, I can wear cute clothes while I'm getting rejections.