I was really holding out hope that the final, approved copy of my new cover would come out in time that I could use it as something to talk about this month. But seeing how it’s the afternoon before my blog is supposed to go live and I still don’t have it in my hot little hands, I guess I’ll have to talk about something else. (I can tell you that I’ve seen it and it’s gorgeous, though!)
Which left me grasping for a blog topic this month.
I know, shocking right? Apparently it’s going around.
Lately my writing has been kinda like that—one step forward, two steps back. Last year only one of the stories out of the three I submitted got picked up by my publisher. On the bright side the R-ed stories caught the attention of someone I’d really love to impress. But on the other hand, she sent me two rejections last year too.
This month has also been a lot like that—one step forward, two steps back. I might’ve deleted an entire chapter last week in my first draft. On the bright side I have a better idea of where that story is going now. I spent so much time trying to figure out a plot hole, when the answer was in front of me the entire time. Still it hurt like a mother to delete over three thousand words that I’d sweated onto the page.
I just thought that by this point in my career I’d have more of a clue now. That I would’ve figured out what the heck I’m doing.
Now I feel like a negative Nancy. It’s not all bad I know. I’ve learned so much since I had the crazy idea to write down all these weird stories in my head. I’ve learned and grown and yada yada yada. Still I wanna know when does it get easier?
I really wish I’d’ve gotten that cover—my other idea for a post would’ve been so much happier. I blame the winter blues Jodie was talking about a few days ago. Would it be a bad idea to hide my head under a pillow until spring? Because if you need me, that might be where you could find me…