Soldiering On
After a heart to heart with a friend, I am feeling better.
I don't have to have the seond draft ready by WisCon, It's ok. It's not the final test (although wow, it feels like it). And why submit it to an agent if I can't make it the very best that I can? No point.
And this sucker, I think, will need at the very least a third draft. So there's not point in whipping myself--it makes me miserable, it makes everyone else miserable. There are plenty of other things I can do that are still keeping on task.
Like, outline the next damn book.
Or, practice the reading im doing on Sunday. So I've been doing that this morning. I am chagrined to learn that after only a few minutes, I start getting hoarse.
I don't have to have the seond draft ready by WisCon, It's ok. It's not the final test (although wow, it feels like it). And why submit it to an agent if I can't make it the very best that I can? No point.
And this sucker, I think, will need at the very least a third draft. So there's not point in whipping myself--it makes me miserable, it makes everyone else miserable. There are plenty of other things I can do that are still keeping on task.
Like, outline the next damn book.
Or, practice the reading im doing on Sunday. So I've been doing that this morning. I am chagrined to learn that after only a few minutes, I start getting hoarse.