Just leave it alone... Wednesday, January 24, 2007 |
Mood: Feeling a little useless, to be honest
What I'm Listen To Right Now: The Australian Open on TV
So my last post was about how I finished my book and how weird it was. Well, nothing has changed. It's still weird, and what makes it weirder is that I'm having a hard time being excited about it. I mean, I know how big of an accomplishment it is to dedicated so much time to something and then to actually write a full-fledged book. I get all that, but I really thought I'd be exhilarated and shouting it from the roof tops. But in all reality, I forgot to tell my best friend until last night. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's withdraw from making things up.
Think about it, I've spent over a year just telling a story, making things up. And now I'm writing sports articles and looking at some other freelance jobs, but really, I need to make things up!
And I've been fighting the urge to read my book and start making changes. I really want to take some time away from it and look at it with fresh eyes, maybe some time next week. But every once in a while I'll open up my laptop and think about reading it. Knowing that there are about 1,000 things I want, and need to fix.
Add to all of this that I'm scared to death that it's not that great and that sending it to an agent will only prove that I've wasted a year of my life caring about something that could fail. And I hate thinking that way. I'd much rather picture myself living comfortably as a writer.
Also I've been sleeping a lot, which isn't exactly strange for me; it's basically what I'm known for, but I'm sleeping even more than usual. I think it has something to do with the withdraw and the feeling useless.
I just need to shake it off. I know I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I know that I'm making opportunities for myself with the stuff that I'm working on now. I just need to stay focused and edit this book into the best book it can be. I know I believe in my story, I just need to tighten it up and get on with it.
There, I feel better. Thanks for reading my rant. :)
Oh, in the good news department, I did start on that stack of books I got from the library and just finished Knock Me Off My Feet by Susan Donovan. It was fantastic, and I'm about to start on another one of her books, He Loves Lucy.
-B
What I'm Listen To Right Now: The Australian Open on TV
So my last post was about how I finished my book and how weird it was. Well, nothing has changed. It's still weird, and what makes it weirder is that I'm having a hard time being excited about it. I mean, I know how big of an accomplishment it is to dedicated so much time to something and then to actually write a full-fledged book. I get all that, but I really thought I'd be exhilarated and shouting it from the roof tops. But in all reality, I forgot to tell my best friend until last night. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it's withdraw from making things up.
Think about it, I've spent over a year just telling a story, making things up. And now I'm writing sports articles and looking at some other freelance jobs, but really, I need to make things up!
And I've been fighting the urge to read my book and start making changes. I really want to take some time away from it and look at it with fresh eyes, maybe some time next week. But every once in a while I'll open up my laptop and think about reading it. Knowing that there are about 1,000 things I want, and need to fix.
Add to all of this that I'm scared to death that it's not that great and that sending it to an agent will only prove that I've wasted a year of my life caring about something that could fail. And I hate thinking that way. I'd much rather picture myself living comfortably as a writer.
Also I've been sleeping a lot, which isn't exactly strange for me; it's basically what I'm known for, but I'm sleeping even more than usual. I think it has something to do with the withdraw and the feeling useless.
I just need to shake it off. I know I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing and I know that I'm making opportunities for myself with the stuff that I'm working on now. I just need to stay focused and edit this book into the best book it can be. I know I believe in my story, I just need to tighten it up and get on with it.
There, I feel better. Thanks for reading my rant. :)
Oh, in the good news department, I did start on that stack of books I got from the library and just finished Knock Me Off My Feet by Susan Donovan. It was fantastic, and I'm about to start on another one of her books, He Loves Lucy.
-B
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