It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.
(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)Walkabout, Week 9:
While I am in the midst of waiting for edits on COURTING MISS LANCASTER (Notice I didn't say anxiously. I'm completely cool with the months-long wait. I've got stuff to do, after all.), I have a couple other projects I'm working on.
Normally when I am ready to write, which I most certainly was after my self-imposed fortnight of writing exile, I go at it. I have to pull myself away from the computer. I have to make a conscious effort to remember to eat. The words spill out and I get all excited, doing crazy things like acting out what I'm writing--that can get awkward when I'm at the Library.
Things hadn't been working so well lately. Every time I sat down, I stared at the screen and listened to the echoing silence in my brain. My muse had left me.
Or so I thought.
It seems she's back, though quite a bit slower than she had been. So, being the highly-qualified muse doctor that I am, I have diagnosed her recent disappearance as an instance of swine flu. I expect a full recovery in the near future.
And I hope she's not contagious.
Normally when I am ready to write, which I most certainly was after my self-imposed fortnight of writing exile, I go at it. I have to pull myself away from the computer. I have to make a conscious effort to remember to eat. The words spill out and I get all excited, doing crazy things like acting out what I'm writing--that can get awkward when I'm at the Library.
Things hadn't been working so well lately. Every time I sat down, I stared at the screen and listened to the echoing silence in my brain. My muse had left me.
Or so I thought.
It seems she's back, though quite a bit slower than she had been. So, being the highly-qualified muse doctor that I am, I have diagnosed her recent disappearance as an instance of swine flu. I expect a full recovery in the near future.
And I hope she's not contagious.
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2 comments:
I know it's hard to wait for the edits, but check this out: I got accepted by Covenant in April. My release date is the spring. OF 2011!!!! So next June is not so bad. I keep hoping I'll get an email that says, "Oops! We meant Spring 2010," but so far, it stays 2011. So annoying!
At least your muse is just sick.
I think mine might actually be dead.
I can't decide whether to keep putting up 'MISSING' posters all over town or just have a funeral and start advertising for a new one. I mean, we've been through a lot together, but maybe it's time to move on.
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