"Not yet," I said. "But it'll happen because I'm not giving up."
At that moment I probably should've been a little nervous. Or depressed. Or angry. Something. But I wasn't. I felt absolute confidence in me and my work.
This whole exchange couldn't have been better timed since Nathan Bransford recently linked to this analysis of writerly confidence versus delusion. And now that I've reread it, I can say without a doubt that while the basketball mom undoubtedly considers me delusional, I know the truth: I'm a confident writer.