Yeah, I know that nothing I am about to say hasn't been said before, but as I lick my wounds please bear with me as I whine a bit.
I just got a pleasant rejection of my last full out there. Unfortunately, the feedback I've gotten from partials or fulls hasn't been overly helpful as they all seem to either be contradicting one another or are the vague "just didn't grab me" type reason, so I am preparing to put this story away for good, and feeling crappy. I know I'm never going to win a Pulitzer, but like everyone else I really do believe that my story is better than a lot of stuff out there and I am in the feeling-sorry-for-myself stage of wondering how those jerks got so lucky when mine isn't good enough.
And I can't seem to get started on my next real project. I'm not the "just write" type when it comes to novels. I can do it (and am doing it) with short stories and writing exercises, but for a novel I really need at least the basic plot mapped out. I have a half dozen ideas in varying stages of infancy and toddlerhood, but can't seem to get any of the plots hammered out and I am just plain stuck. Part of me wants to blame my mental deficiency on the fact that I'm 5 months pregnant and baby-brain has set in, but then the rest of me panics and thinks if I can't do it now, how will I be able to do it when I have a new baby to go along with the toddler, the job, the housework, and the rest of the list of excuses I have?
Could someone please have a couple of drinks on behalf of my sorry, pregnant self? I like sangria for self-pity but I'm not picky - I'll take whatever you've got.
Thanks!
I just got a pleasant rejection of my last full out there. Unfortunately, the feedback I've gotten from partials or fulls hasn't been overly helpful as they all seem to either be contradicting one another or are the vague "just didn't grab me" type reason, so I am preparing to put this story away for good, and feeling crappy. I know I'm never going to win a Pulitzer, but like everyone else I really do believe that my story is better than a lot of stuff out there and I am in the feeling-sorry-for-myself stage of wondering how those jerks got so lucky when mine isn't good enough.
And I can't seem to get started on my next real project. I'm not the "just write" type when it comes to novels. I can do it (and am doing it) with short stories and writing exercises, but for a novel I really need at least the basic plot mapped out. I have a half dozen ideas in varying stages of infancy and toddlerhood, but can't seem to get any of the plots hammered out and I am just plain stuck. Part of me wants to blame my mental deficiency on the fact that I'm 5 months pregnant and baby-brain has set in, but then the rest of me panics and thinks if I can't do it now, how will I be able to do it when I have a new baby to go along with the toddler, the job, the housework, and the rest of the list of excuses I have?
Could someone please have a couple of drinks on behalf of my sorry, pregnant self? I like sangria for self-pity but I'm not picky - I'll take whatever you've got.
Thanks!