I have had two FANTASTIC pieces of writing-related news the past couple weeks and I've managed to let them FREAK ME THE fudge OUT. No, I'm serious.
A partial request to an agent I'd really, really, really like to work with for one RS manuscript and a full request to a small publisher that would make my year if they were to take my (other) mss and run with it. Big. Huge. GINORMICA opportunities.
And I choose now to start doubting myself. I've sat on my partial for 9 days, to be exact. I've hemmed and I've hawed about the damned synopsis. I haven't even begun the polish work on the full request.
Is it a self-defeating defensive mode we go into when in situations that could potentially deliver your life's dream to your front door? Is it a crippling fear of actually getting what you work so hard toward?
I've been a terrible critique partner this week and have only managed to get to three of about 15 crits I wanted to. I haven't checked the submissions off my list, obviously. Haven't done much revision on that Steampunk novella I want to aim toward Samhain. Haven't done much, really...except redesign my writing and personal blogs. I organized my coffee mug shelf. I brushed my dog. I did math homework with my unwilling kindergartner. I even organized my yarn collection.
Hi. My name is Harper, and I'm in full-on panic mode.
2 comments:
Cheer up. It'll all be better. I know what you're going through, I'm in the same state of doubt. But we'll work through this together. My fingers are crossed for you.:)
1. LOVE the new blog look!
2. 3 crits is great!
3. You organize your coffee mugs?
4. Fingers and toes crossed on those requests!
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