Okay, I thought I was going to give up on my dream of being a YA author for a while. I have a lot going on already—school, my adult fiction, an upcoming legal internship—so it seemed like the thing to do. But I keep coming back to the truth: I want to write fiction that gives the Bs a voice. And not only bisexuals who end the book in an opposite-sex relationship, because that’s just not our reality. We’re not mono-sexual and our stories should reflect that.
I also want to write fiction from a female point of view—at least part of the time. That’s where I started, and, well, I happen to like girls. Ladies. Young Women. Whatever you call yourself. Gals have some great stories to tell, I just have to listen.
If I really want to do this I have to pick myself up, dust myself off, and do it. One rejection isn’t the end of the world, or even a sign that the story I submitted isn’t good. It just didn’t work for that publisher. So, as a famous editor scrawled on many of my manuscripts back in the Dark Ages before the internet: Onward!