Starting Over...

Once again, I'm up far later than I ought to be. I didn't write a lick today. Couldn't muster the energy, or maybe I was afraid to try because I got the first real rejection that stung. It of course, was nicely phrased and demonstrated that the agent actually read my work. From all the gripes I've read on blogs in the web-verse, this is one thing rejected writers cite as the reason for their un-published status. I can't comment on other people's experiences, and I won't bother to try. What I do know is mine was read and responded to quicker than I expected. I gave myself tonight to lament and I'll press on tomorrow.

The only problem is that now I'm afraid that this new manuscript is going to come up short too. That I won't delve deep enough into my character's minds so the reader really knows what's going on and why. That I will spend so much time polishing surfaces that I will totally miss the infestation of termites boring through what I thought was the story's core. I know who I am deep down. I even know who my characters are. Or I think I do...Ah well, life will go on, and I will continue to write. And maybe, just maybe, I'll figure out what exactly I expect from this journey.

In other news...
Temperatures have reached into the negatives now, so the car takes a bit longer to start and it's no longer prudent to step outside in my thong sandals. Had to clarify the sandal bit, because the last thing I want burned into anyone's memory is a picture of me running through the wilderness in barely there underwear. Gloves are no longer a clever fashion statement, boys and girls. They are an absolute necessity! My children decided to go to school without gloves or scarves. How is it that they manage to sneak out past me without being properly attired? I don't know because I'm usually on top of things, but one thing's for sure--we won't be advertising this to the DH. He loves it when they pull one over on me because it's usually him they hornswaggle. Guess I should thank my lucky stars they wore coats.

We may be looking at a move soon, so more changes ahead. That will be an adventure! New homes, different jobs and a fresh start--another blank page, but unfortunately, not one where I get to play God. I am nervous and excited about a new adventure. And scared shitless that I won't be able to survive.

A couple of months ago, I blogged about scaring myself. That was my plan...to purposely throw myself outside my happy little comfort zone. I never thought that it would be quite so extreme. Seems like for once, the Universe and I are on the same page.