Seriously? What the heck was my problem? You'd think a person who's faced rejection plenty of times would have a thicker skin by now.
But I'm happy to say that the very thing causing my self-doubt wound up being the thing to pull me out of my rut: writing.
I started and abandoned a new WiP a while ago, and lately the characters, the images, and the story have started swirling around in my head again. Loudly. I ignored them, telling them I sucked far too much to ever turn them into anything other than a Word document, so just leave me alone already.
They didn't listen.
On Friday, I had to write this scene, and haven't looked back since. I'm pumped. If the project I'm querying now isn't "The One," I think this new baby has a solid chance.
Join me in some fist pumping and Running Man, won't you?
Fine, I'll look like a dork all by myself. But I'll leave you with these photos from one of my favorite places on the planet - and the setting for New Baby - Newport, Rhode Island. Who wouldn't want to fall in love here??
|Strolling the Cliffwalk|
|Girl, I think my butt gettin' big!|
AKA walking the gardens at Rosecliff mansion
|The Breakers. My home in a former life.|
|The harbor at sunset|
|The gardens at the Elms mansion|
|The Cliffwalk again. Because it most definitely makes an |
appearance in the story.
|Mansion converted into a Salve Regina dorm. Beats|
the crap out of my dorm at UConn!