Now, I am not meaning "nightwalker" type of hooker, am talking about fellow writers who entered the new hook contest on FFF.
But it did get you to look, now didn't it??
Anyhow, I am just having one of those moments in my writing life where I go to extremes on my writing emotions. One moment I am imagining my hook getting glorious praise, then posting my pages, and everyone ooo-ing and ahhh-ing over them. Then of course, I win the contest, and the prize, and then, of course, Rachel Vater loves my 50 pages so much, that she offers me representation. Oh...and she doesn't care if it isn't done, she just knows by these wonderful first pages that it is a work of art!!
The next moment, the little bubble cloud pops over my head, I slap my face, and tell myself to wake up. What the heck am I thinking!? More than likely it will be the biggest piece of tripe they have read in their entire lives.
Can't I just sit and wait like a good little writer?
Must I torture myself with these self-absorbing, then self-torturing thoughts all the time?
At first I thought that I would be happy, just to get a number (for I was clicking the check mail button all day today). But now that I have a number, I just can't be happy. I imagine them putting mine aside, saying..."ohh, keep an eye on this one!"
Someone just blow up my computer and put me out of my misery. This is just a silly contest for goodness sakes!
But it did get you to look, now didn't it??
Anyhow, I am just having one of those moments in my writing life where I go to extremes on my writing emotions. One moment I am imagining my hook getting glorious praise, then posting my pages, and everyone ooo-ing and ahhh-ing over them. Then of course, I win the contest, and the prize, and then, of course, Rachel Vater loves my 50 pages so much, that she offers me representation. Oh...and she doesn't care if it isn't done, she just knows by these wonderful first pages that it is a work of art!!
The next moment, the little bubble cloud pops over my head, I slap my face, and tell myself to wake up. What the heck am I thinking!? More than likely it will be the biggest piece of tripe they have read in their entire lives.
Can't I just sit and wait like a good little writer?
Must I torture myself with these self-absorbing, then self-torturing thoughts all the time?
At first I thought that I would be happy, just to get a number (for I was clicking the check mail button all day today). But now that I have a number, I just can't be happy. I imagine them putting mine aside, saying..."ohh, keep an eye on this one!"
Someone just blow up my computer and put me out of my misery. This is just a silly contest for goodness sakes!
I sent mine in at 12:06 am. I know they are still finishing up assigning numbers, but still...
) I'm number 75! (nerves...butterflies...stress...)
