Sometimes, in almost every endeavor, when we find ourselves in the trenches academically, artistically, musically, we look at the people who have *made it* and wonder if that will ever happen to us. We forget that it is a very, very rare situation when that famous person didn't fail and fail and fail.
Today's example is Ernest Hemingway.
I just finished reading The Paris Wife, which got me thinking about one of my literary heroes. I really like Hemingway's writing. I always have. When friends of mine were bemoaning The Old Man and The Sea, I was enthralled by the character and the struggle. I read A Farewell to Arms in maybe two or three days because I was so sucked in.
But Hemingway didn't just spew out novels - he actually started writing articles for newspapers and journals, many of which were rejected. He wrote in a style that was very different from what was popular then, which pushed people to react poorly because they didn't know how to react.
When The Sun Also Rises finally got accepted and published, it was with reviewers calling him the great new voice of America.
People, Hemingway struggled when he was starting out, questioning if he was good enough. He ended up surrounded by people who never quit and told him he shouldn't. And though he suffered greatly (too greatly in the end) for his craft, he was able to make it, telling the stories that were true to him in the manner that would have his work celebrated as a recipient of the Pulitzer.
If Hemingway could make it, why can't you?