It’s a long-standing joke that the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an express train coming right at you.
Metaphorically speaking this is quite often true if you are a pessimist, but since I’ve converted to being an optimist, a bit like changing religions, l think I’ve seen the ‘light’.
It’s a lot like coming up from the bottom of a deep pool, breaking the surface and taking that first long gulp of air.
Along with that elated feeling that you’re not going to drown.
What’s this got to do with anything, you ask?
As an allegory, it represents, to me, a time when l finally got over a period of self-doubt, a period where a series of events started to make me question why l wanted to be a writer.
I mean, why put yourself through rejections, sometimes scathing criticism, and then have the people whom you thought were your friends suddenly start questioning your choices after initially wholeheartedly supporting them.
Are we only successful or supportable if we are earning a sufficient wage?
Or sold a million copies?
Is this why so many people don’t give up their day job and then find themselves plying the ‘other’ trade into the dark hours of the night, only to find themselves being criticized for other but no less disparaging reasons?
It seems like a no-win situation, but these are the times when your mettle is tested severely. But, in the end, it is worth it when the book is finished and published, even if it is only on Amazon.
You can sit back and say with pride; l did that.
That metaphorical light, you may ask.
When you make that first sale.