Where Have The Pages Gone?

Indeed. Where have they gone?

I never heard back from the guy I sent my stuff to. Maybe he was so unimpressed he decided to forgo writing back and saying anything. Not something I appreciate. If you think it sucks then for God's sake tell me! Sheesh.

I've gotten a few more random rejections here and there. Tor said no. Mmm. I sent off another attempt to Windstorm Creative Ltd. It would be fantastic if they thought otherwise. I don't have any high hopes though. Rejection is part of the job. Even all of you know that by now because I've mentioned it so often. If it happens again I'm thinking I should try getting an agent. Might make things a bit easier. Then the hunt will begin to find one.

Haven't been doing much writing at all lately. I'm stressed, or mildly stressed all the time. I have some issues focusing. Not a good thing. It frustrates me even more. I hate knowing there isn't anything I can do about my present position except wait until I have everything under control. Reading Stephanie Plum has given me a small boost, though. I've been scribbling some nonsense in the red pieces notebook, so I feel that that's something.

I don't know. I felt before like my muses were all locked up somewhere, in comas, whatever. Now it's just the whole writing thing is quiet. Sleeping. I feel like working on another book is dumb until I get something freaking published. I mean, what's the point in making yet another something if the first one isn't going anywhere yet? That and I still have to muddle through a lot of filler and filler annoys me. Ok, well maybe it doesn't annoy me, but it's not the same as the good stuff, so it's not as much fun to write. Gotta be there though. I've tried to think of ways around it, but nothing works so I'm sort of stuck with it. And I don't even want to talk about grad school writing...

Writing = slow. *sigh*


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