I've got a request for three chapters of my novel from a well-regarded agent and an editor known for working with what's "hot" in a particular genre. These came from pitches a recent writers' conference which I attended. First time I've pitched, and it was exciting to see someone with the power to help me reach my goal of publication excited and asking questions about my story.
So I ran right home and jumped on the remaining revisions and got the story out the door.
Except not.
A month and a half later, and I find myself bogged down in excuses and worries. My subconscious tells me over and over again, "They say that to everybody." "They were just being nice." "It's dreck and you'll just get it back." "You can't send it out like THAT!!"
And then there are revisions and rewrites and more. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
A friend recently told me that in ten years, when he's well-established writing popular comic-book heroes. if I am still not published (or at least with work out there being considered), he's going to hunt me down and destroy me with his newly-gained super-hero fortune. I whined, "Not help me get published?" Nope, destroy me.
Okay, he's twisted. Still, he has a point.
I'm not particularly looking for help or inspiration; in this case there's only one person who can help me, and that's the one sitting in this chair typing this message. I guess I'm venting, and trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me that I'm not out there getting it done and getting it out the door.
Ah, well. Maybe I should just wait for my friend and then sue his *** for what's left of his fortune after he's wasted it on wasting me.
Then I can retire and enjoy the fruits of his ill-gotten gains.
klostes
So I ran right home and jumped on the remaining revisions and got the story out the door.
Except not.
A month and a half later, and I find myself bogged down in excuses and worries. My subconscious tells me over and over again, "They say that to everybody." "They were just being nice." "It's dreck and you'll just get it back." "You can't send it out like THAT!!"
And then there are revisions and rewrites and more. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
A friend recently told me that in ten years, when he's well-established writing popular comic-book heroes. if I am still not published (or at least with work out there being considered), he's going to hunt me down and destroy me with his newly-gained super-hero fortune. I whined, "Not help me get published?" Nope, destroy me.
Okay, he's twisted. Still, he has a point.
I'm not particularly looking for help or inspiration; in this case there's only one person who can help me, and that's the one sitting in this chair typing this message. I guess I'm venting, and trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me that I'm not out there getting it done and getting it out the door.
Ah, well. Maybe I should just wait for my friend and then sue his *** for what's left of his fortune after he's wasted it on wasting me.
Then I can retire and enjoy the fruits of his ill-gotten gains. klostes
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