I sat down to write a witty and thought provoking post this week, but I'm struggling.
Last week, I finished reading through the first draft of my novel. AGH! This week, I am editing and revising scenes and trying to make it great. It's a terrifyingly exciting and nauseating experience.
On one hand, I wrote a book. A BOOK. It is a feat that I have always wanted to accomplish, and I succeeded. I'm proud of myself. But. Oh, the buts. Well, now I have to present said book to the world, and that's where the terror comes in. This book is my baby. My heart. My tears. Some days I want to burn it. I think it's trash. Other days I feel great about it. I feel like I wrote a story that people will want to read. But it's hard to release something out into the world that you care so much about. You want people to love it like you do. But that might not happen.
This Saturday, I am going to the DFW Writers Conference and am meeting with a literary agent to pitch her my story. My book. My baby. I'm going into this meeting not expecting anything other than knowledge and experience gained. Of course, my brain loves to imagine every scenario, good and bad.
Good-She likes my pitch and wants to see more. She asks me to send her additional pages.
Bad-She tells me its the worst idea she's ever heard, and she's going to pass.
Either way, I could use some happy thoughts sent my direction. I'm not great at these types of situations. I get tongue-tied, shaky, and nervous.
So, that's why I'm struggling. Just too much circling around in my brain. I'm nervous and excited. I'm tired. I'm extremely thankful for the opportunity to sit down with an agent and talk to her about my story.
Here goes nothing!
How are things with you guys? Anything exciting on the horizon? Anything YOU need happy thoughts for?
Until next time,