Last post I was ready to take on the world.
This post, I’m thinking maybe it would be best if I just slunk away and holed up somewhere with my dog. Maybe on a mountain, out of cell-phone range.
Writing, especially publishing, is much like ping pong.
You’re amazing – You suck – You’re brilliant – You’re an idiot – You’re happy – You’re devastated.
Maybe it’s the nature of an artist (is that what I am?) to feel such high highs and such low lows.
Today it is gray, cold, unwelcoming.
My agent informs me that my re-written manuscript (the one in which I was certain I’d finally nailed it) is still not up to snuff.
I began to re-read my in-progress manuscript, remembering how fabulous I thought it was when I started and realized it’s horrible. Plain horrible. I don’t even want to read it.
The article I’m working on keeps spinning in circles. I can’t find a flow, a structure, or even, really, a point.
Several of my latest efforts to ‘try something new’ to get my books out there, have been met with technicalities, false hopes, no-thank yous, and hidden (impossible) costs.
Facebook, Amazon, and Goodreads, the major marketing tools of most authors, have once again, changed the rules and I’m too untechy-savy/late-to-the-game/old to figure it out.
I need a pep talk.
I can (still) do this.
But maybe for today, I’ll need to embrace the yuck. Let it have its way. Eat the leftover apple cobbler, stay in my jammies, and lay around reading books written by real writers who know what they’re doing.
Just for today, I will not try. I’ll hang out with my dog. Embrace the suckiness of my situation in all it’s awful glory.
Tomorrow, I’ll get back at it.
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