Suddenly life got insanely busy 🙂
Over the past few weeks, I finally figured out where to go with the sequel to my novel and finished the first draft. On the opposite side I got a few of my short stories in condition to start sending out and *crossed fingers* maybe not only getting rejections. My son started preschool throwing off my entire schedule. I’ve also been working on a few Halloween shorts including one for an awesome collection on Wattpad- https://www.wattpad.com/story/8256175-thirteen-days-of-halloween
My story for the collection will be posting on October 20th 🙂 And the rest of the lineup is amazing.
Also my fifth wedding anniversary (and 10th year together) with my husband is coming up, in honor of that my story for the Halloween collection is based in part on our zombie wedding costumes (this is what happens when you get married on Halloween!)
I despise making covers. Hate it. Seriously. Anyhow… for my nano novel this year I’m planning to do the second book in a series. The first book being Spider’s Game.
The upcoming book is Spider’s Gambit. Its all outlined (as much as I ever outline) and now I’m starting the part I like least. Making myself a cover. So far I have three options. And I’d love opinions on what works best.
I also have been experimenting with new covers for my fantasy novel Kingdom South. Two options there…
Now that I’ve spent all day playing with pretty pictures… Perhaps I should get back to the real work.
I’m starting to get overwhelmed by everything I ‘have to do’ right now. And sadly, the more overwhelmed I get the less likely I am to do any of it. I just get tired. Like down to the bones aching tired. I think all day about all the things I need to get done, that I can as long as I have a three year old trying to wrestle onto my lap an then when his bedtime rolls around all I have energy to do is crawl into bed.
I have a novel 3/4ths of the way drafted, with people who have already states an interest in beta reading… and I haven’t written a word on it in weeks. Every other writing project is fairing about the same.
The only thing I’ve managed to write is a few one-off horror stories. Which I can only assume is because there was no pressure to write them. I just sat down, dumped out my thoughts, vented my hidden bloodlusts and was done with it. I have this fear that if I start to edit my horror pieces more than a good once over I’ll just stop writing them.
But the biggie is… I have my novel out with agents and editors, waiting on a response. There is nothing I can do about that. Nothing. But somehow it puts extra weight on the other things like somehow if I just wrote more on my fantasy novel, or finished that rough draft, or finished editing my paranormal-scifi… somehow that would help my chances.
It’s like a noose just hanging over my head. Not doing anything but waiting to swoop down and destroy me at every moment. I feel like shouting ‘I can’t do this! I’m not strong enough, I give! I’m out.’
But I won’t, because I can’t. There is nowhere to go but forward. So I pile these projects around myself to keep busy and then I drown in them.
I’ve found myself wondering this week if it will always be like this. Will the possibility of rejection always hang this heavy? Why can’t I just find a way to find contentment in what I do have?
Speaking of…on a completely different note- my novel Deprivation is a fraction away from 20k views. I think all week that’s the thread I’ve been holding onto (and trying desperately to keep my brain from reminding me that 20k isn’t nearly 200k or 2 million… I really need a zapper to silence that voice.)
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