Well, March is around the corner and with it comes that nerve-filled walk to the mailbox every afternoon.
The editors at Delacorte Publishing are weeding through 600 submitted manuscripts and rejection letters are filtering out to would-be published authors as I type. The contest ends in April, so I've got another month of angst and worry.
My attempt to find that groove in writing the sequel still eludes me. I'm considering meditation. I missed out on my chance to purchase a really cool sculpted Buddha at a shop in Mystic this past Tuesday. Yeah, couple that with some incense, prayer mat, maybe a lava lamp, too, I'd be back. I'm sure of it.
Moving forward after misfortunes
1 week ago