Same Old, Same Old

I know. Two posts in the same year. Who would have thought? Well, certainly not me. Since I don’t get much traffic to the page, not being a published author and all, it means I can usually ignore this whole News section, because there just isn’t much news to report. It’s mostly a bunch of the same of me writing, revising, wishing, and hoping. And really, who wants to hear about that?

And nothing much has changed. If you read my last post, you’ll know there was a little bit of interest from my first round of queries with The Blacker Berry (and a few rejections that we will not discuss). So far there’s been even more revising, requests for more pages, and a whole lot of walking in circles and arguing with myself as I try to find that balance between the story I wrote and the story that will sell.

It’s humbling, being in an environment that deals—both before and after publishing—in critique. It’s certainly not for the faint of heart. Even without presenting what I’ve created to the public, I already know there will be plenty of people who won’t like, or even take a staunch position of dislike, to what I’m writing. For all of the reasons under the sun, both logical and completely whack-a-doo. And querying is a small microcosm of that larger environment I’m preparing to throw myself into. Albeit, with much more concrete (read: capitalist) reasons for why they may reject me.

It makes you question yourself. Which is probably a good thing in the long run. But here in the short run, it’s decidedly rough. Still, I keep plugging away at it. Guessing and second-guessing myself because the books that still reside mostly in my head just might be meaningful to someone other than myself. And also because my current 9-to-5 might be driving me a little bit insane.

So, here’s to the long, dark night of the soul (to use a writer’s term). Hoping to see someone in the bright light of day on the other side.