Don't let the subject fool you, I did write today, bringing my total over 10,000. I'm feeling a bit of hatred towards my NaNo novel right now, though, so I want to blog about some of my general angst today.
For the first time in my writing life, I find myself disgusted with my work and laboring over the task of putting words on a page. I am blaming this on the let down I am still feeling after the SCWW Conference in October.
I had a really wonderful critique session with an agent which resulted in her requesting the full manuscript of "Issobell Key". This is great news, right? Well. I thought so. But it's been over a week since she emailed me to say she had received the manuscript, and in that time I've heard...crickets. I know it was probably too much to hope for that she would stay up all night reading it and fed ex me a contract on the spot, but I'll admit, those fantasies did play out in my mind for the first few days.
I write because I love it, and I write because I need to to stay sane. I don't want to lose sight of that in my quest for publication. I need a little perspective, and maybe I'll take the rest of the afternoon off as a writer. My mom is coming to visit, and I'm sure we can fill the time with non literary pursuits.
And maybe I just need a good nights' sleep, too. The house seems determined to give me nightmares, waiting until I am on the verge of sleep before creaking and moaning in awful ways. I haven't really slept well since...well, since I got back from the conference, actually.
I'm whiny. It's raining. It's allowed.