Left Behind

Thanks to everyone who responded on my post yesterday. I’m down but not out, not by any means. But for an encore of depression-ism, I got a rejection last night. How’s that? At least I’m not ready to fling myself off a high bridge. Yet. šŸ˜‰

I talked to one of my very good writerly friends, lamenting my blues to her, and she could relate. She said it was sort of like being “left behind” even though it’s not really true. All writers are different. It’s like comparing apples to oranges. And I hate that analogy. šŸ˜€ We all have a different processes. Some can devote more time to writing than others. I happen to be in the latter half of that group. Life has changed for me and that’s okay. Part of being a writer is being adaptable. At least, that’s my opinion.

And yeah – I have to admit to feeling like a fraud most of the time. Facebook friend, Nina, sent me this link. If you’re feeling like a fraud, too, maybe you should give it a read. I nodded my head through the entire post.

But I’m writing, still. I got about 2000 words yesterday on the contemporary. Which, as I was writing yesterday, I realized I have no Black Moment. Which, um, kind of sucks because I need one. A black moment, that is, when it seems like all is lost and there is no hope for love and romance in the fast lane.

And, truthfully, I’m kinda bored with the story. But I have a deadline and I’m going to stick to it. I’m going to finish it and maybe I can figure out what that black moment is before I get to The End.

I’m taking Friday off from work to hang out with the kid on the last official day of Spring Break. I’m looking forward to it and I think I need some downtime.

And that’s about it for me, y’all. Time for work!

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.