“Is is what it is.”
“That’s the business for you.”
“The process was set up this way for a reason.”
Level with it all you want. Make excuses. Lie to yourself if it helps you deal with the stress and anxiety that comes with putting yourself out there as an asset, conforming your words to match what they want them to be, and making yourself a whore to the “business”.
This is in response to a thing on Twitter. Someone was discussing what they hope to accomplish in 2019. A few people were doing this actually. December isn’t even half over, and people are already doing New Year’s resolutions.
You did it. You wrote a book. You didn’t just write a good book. You wrote a great book! You had it read by your friends, and they loved it. Your second draft was even better than the first. You had it edited, and the final version is perfection.
So what do you do next? You query literary agents, of course.
Today demands I write something new, something fresh to me. I’m not stalled on my current WIP (Kai the Swordsman), but something is telling me to take a step back, even if it’s a small one.
What is it about writing that inherently sends authors toward a highrise window, screaming their heads off?! It’s a passion, a need, a purpose to create and be read by the masses. But when the words won’t come? Now that’s a big fuckin’ problem.
Hello. I’m new here (not really).
