Sitting here reading advice from a Mystery writer mentor while perusing the site and advice of a different author whose work I admire, about rewriting and revising and showing versus telling. It’s all too much for my brain at almost 8:30 am on a Monday morning.

So, instead I come here and write. Where I’m not being judged. Where no one is determining if my plot or arc are working together. I don’t even know how to break all this down.

I have a wonderful lady editing my work currently and will give out her information if someone should ask for it. I’m waiting to hear back from her before I make all the changes all at once. I want to hear her opinion and her corrections before I do my major overhaul.

Trying to talk myself back from tears at this entire process. If only writing were as easy as simply putting words out on paper and everyone liked it, agents included. 🙂

Ah, if only.

The other reason the tears are near the surface is because my Bailey has been diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and her kidney’s are a bit quirky. She’s now on special food, medication, and I have to give her fluids 2-3 times a week. She’s due for a recheck in a couple of weeks.

It’s hard to see her, knowing her life is winding down, and there’s not anything I can do about it. Excuse me while I go find the tissues again.

She doesn’t hear a thing going on around her.
I Don’t Take This Journey Lightly

I Don’t Take This Journey Lightly

This is hard. The submitting every day. The waiting. The wondering.

I see encouraging Tweets from authors who have been through the process. They reveal how many rejections they received before they finally got their break.

I’m trying so hard to hang in there and trust the process. Because I know what I’ve done is good and worthy of being out there.

My story is as unique as my voice that put it out there.

I don’t take this journey lightly. My heart and soul are invested in this.

She lays next to me as I’m up until midnight revising and editing and writing.