Letting Life Lead
I am going to put a sad little rain cloud over my head a moment. Fair warning.
Another contest has come and gone and I didn’t make it to another round. Again. Now I think I will probably not make it to the next found of NYCM either. Others are better and talented, and I have no ill will towards them. I am a fan always.
Obviously, something in my writing isn’t there, though. It’s readable but not, I guess, memorable or noteworthy. I think I have an ear for dialogue, but the rest just isn’t good enough.
What’s worse is that I don’t know how to fix it. Is it even fixable? I can’t fix what I can’t see.
I was hoping to publish one flash fiction piece at least. I got a rejection so fast, the pixels hadn’t even finished rendering.
I love writing, but maybe its time to accept that I’m okay at it — not great — and just focus on writing what I want, how I want. I can still blog publish without all the stress of wanting to be good enough to play with the big kids.
I might feel better tomorrow. Today isn’t that day.
Friends, I will be finishing part 2 of The Daughter and the Devil soon. It wants to be told and I enjoy telling it.
...in which I share all the writing. And you will love it, dammit.
Try. Try again.
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