I’m at it again. I thought it was just a bit of a break while I reconsidered the next few chapters–and it may well be–but tonight I’m worried again. I added 382 words to Eve tonight, and I’m not real happy with any of them.
May is right around the corner. This is the year I want a publishing contract. To get one, I must send something OUT. To send something out, I must complete something. Donte is not ready. Taro is not ready. Rafe is missing one measly chapter, then he’ll need a re-write. Eve is stuck in the middle. AAARRRGGGHH!!!
Okay, frustration vented. Now for a bit of whining: I LOVE that Bly is coming. I’m delighted, I can’t wait. Not only because I adore her, but because once she’s out of that toxic atmosphere, she’ll have time to read, to write, to think…READ my writing, WRITE comments, THINK how I can make it better… *grin* Hey, she’s a natural-born (or hatched) editor and she wants to help me get published. What more could I ask for?
But–and here’s the whine–it’s a huge disruption in the writing life. It’s going to take a week to say enough we can quit talking constantly. Then we’ll be looking for a house, packing, moving, settling, I doubt we’ll be done before I’m back at work in August…you see my problem? So what if it’s just a couple months. What it adds up to, is if I don’t send something in the next month, odds are no contract this year. And let me whine with Luke Skywalker, “But it’s a whole year!”
Heh, and guess what? One sure way to increase writer’s block is to sit here telling yourself how important this damn chapter is…
Right. Think I’ll go clean something.