Boy, I love that word!!!

Today, my new editor at Samhain asked to buy my book, LEAP OF FAITH. This story grabbed me by the throat and wouldn’t let go. I did two sets of revisions until I had it the way I wanted it. I had to delete a scene I just loved, but it made the plot work so much better, I couldn’t mourn it too long.

I’ve been feeling a tad unloved lately, so this was a huge pick me up.

Being a writer is not for the faint of heart. You have to be able to take a kick in the teeth and get right back up again. Generally, I try to do that, but sometimes you get hit harder than others and it’s darn near impossible to shake it off right away. I’ve been in a writing funk for a while. At first I blamed it on moving, which was a big part of it. Then I blamed it on going back to work during the day, which also was a big part of it.

But probably the biggest part of my writing funk was my fear of rejection. I’d gotten rejected on a book that went to the senior editor’s desk. I got rejected by my editor, who I thought liked my stuff, and another project got rejected by about everyone in New York. I’d had enough rejection to last me a while.

Getting bought soothed that ache rather well. I managed to finish a novella that will be making the rounds, and I’m excited to work on two other projects, one I hope to send to an agent I enjoyed meeting at NJRW.

Isn’t it amazing how one success can make you forget about all the pain writing can bring? Rather like recovering from childbirth, except without the drugs.