Back to School
Now that I'm on the other side of the hell that is back to school....Hello, all.
I haven't written anything in a while. After the move, I had to dive into back to school, which isn't the easiest time for anyone. I had my youngest start preschool, my 7 year old started the second grade and I got a new crop of pre-k kiddos to teach.
My creativity is suffering, but I can feel it bubbling under the surface, trying to break free. I need to get back on my 5am start times, I know. I've been getting up earlier and earlier, which is helping. Hopefully by next week I'll be back on track.
Goals. Gotta have goals.
I'm still setting a few for this new book and queries.
Ugh, queries. Is there anything worse than opening your email, having that little spark of hope when you see a reply from an agent, and then the soul-crushing pain of "Unfortunately, its not for me."
As much as that hurts, I know I have to press on. Some of the writers I love the most have been rejected dozens of times. Intellectually one thing. Spiritually.
I know I keep harping on this. I get that its boring. But I think about these rejections ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Is that why I'm so blocked? Is that why I can't seem to write anything new?
Maybe I need another seminar or something. An infusion of writerly types might be what I need.
Or maybe I need to stop fucking whining and get some shit written?
I have NO idea which sentiment I need.