Queries, Proposals, and Insanity

If I weren't destined to be a writer...did you hear that almighty gods of publication! Let me repeat... if I weren't 'destined' to be a published writer I would think I was crazy.

Why else would I spend hours trying to perfect letters to people I don't know and beg them to read what I think are a major pieces of literary perfection? Well, anyway stories to be read with drool of incredulity plopping on their laps.

Why else would I refresh my inbox and check my BBerry for messages within more minutes than the Lord allows in a day?

Why else would I accept rejection with a smile and keep on getting up and resubmitting myself to the same torture? Am I trying to be an author or am in love? Crazy. This is where the insanity button kicks in.

Why else would I forgo meals to tap on small keys of a tiny lap top or even tinier BBerry keys just to make sure I get every smidgen of inspiration in writing as soon as it crosses my brain waves? Maybe I'm dizzy from hunger.

Sure I may be 'pitchy' and my writing ability runs from one genre to another, and I don't follow a crowd (or have a crowd following me), and I always watch the end of movies and read the end of books first, and I go off on tandems....

If I weren't destined to be a writer I wouldn't be going back to recheck those queries and proposals.