I'm blogging more than once a month. That means I'm either extremely bored, I can't think of a single other thing to do, or I'm getting better at keeping up this blog.
Well, I'm trying.
But I am feeling a little stuck. I've cleaned the house once this week. I suppose I could wash the kitchen floor, but who
really enjoys that? I even did some ironing this morning.
Truth be told, I miss my book. I really do.
I'm having a hard time letting go.
Seems to be an ongoing problem with me doesn't it? Books, kids...same dif.
It's not that I want it back. If I held on to it, what good would that do? It would never reach
an editor's desk would it? No, I know I had to send that baby out. But I'm sitting here going now what?
Realistically, it could be months and months before I hear any news once the book starts making the rounds.
And realistically, there are going to be some rejections. I can't not acknowledge that. It just wouldn't be smart.
I also know that even if an editor decides he or she like my book, it still has to get the thumbs up from a bunch
of other people. The process is more complex than I imagined it to be. So it's more than likely going to be a long
while until I know where my baby...er...book, will end up.
In the meantime, I'm not quite sure what to do.
I have several writing projects that I should be working on, but what I really want to get started on is a sequel to the book I just sent out.
See, I told you I was having trouble letting go.
I've heard varying advice on this. Some say don't waste that time unless you know the first book is going to be published, others say just write what's on your heart. The best advice I've been given about writing is that you should write the story that excites you the most. Somehow, right or wrong, this does.
I hope my writing mojo comes back soon. I think he went on vacation.
When he does return, I'll get kicking.