…some because I was just swamped with life, and then some because… I couldn’t think of anything worth sharing.
Now I’m back to try again.
Today was gorgeous. Sunny, around 80F, a soft breeze. Birds singing, squirrels courting, azaleas, camellias, and spring flowers in mad profusion. Children calling and laughing. Remy, my Staffordshire, went out early and just didn’t come in. Found her stretched out in the backyard, sunbathing. Life is good.
On the writing front, things are … bumpy. I am thrilled I completed the edits on Khyr’s story. It is tighter, cleaner. Not perfect…they never are…but I am proud of it.
The harder part is ahead. What next? I have a story I love. Characters I adore and want to send out to meet the world. So far the suggestions from those I know and care about who are part of the publishing industry (authors, editors, etc) are very very disheartening. I am not usually one to be thin-skinned at all. I accept critiques with delight in what I can learn and possibly improve. I am open to advice and criticism because I want so very much to be the best possible writer I can be…
But this time…it is like ripping my soul out.
A friend whose clarity and wisdom I much appreciate suggested it is not just ‘this’ … but that it is another layer of pain and stress on top of all the monumental stress and fear we are already coping with in our day to day lives. Another layer of hopelessness.
I want to tell you….don’t give up. Don’t give in. We are strong enough to overcome the fear and the sorrows. Strong enough to keep trying, to hold onto the precious things…like flowers in the morning sun, and our children’s laughter… and remember that the fight is worth it. The human race is worth it. Our world is worth it.
And, hopefully, in the end…maybe even just this small writer’s dream will be worth holding onto … until it is time for it to bloom as well.