Like a lot of people, we’ve been dealing with the upper respiratory flu in our family. Jacob had it first, then Cal and Matt. Luke and Ariel got flu shots. (The university offers cheap shots and Ariel’s bout with the swine flu a couple of years ago taught them the importance of shots.) So far I remain flu-free.
I’m hoping and praying that I remain flu-free for a lot of reasons—classes start on Monday for the kids and things function much better when mom is running the household. But one of the reasons is selfish. When I have the flu, I can’t write. I can write with a bad cold. In fact, it gives me permission to lounge on the couch and write to my heart’s content. But the flu...I’ve tried it and it doesn’t work. High fevers make my eyes water—blurry vision doesn’t mix with writing.
Right now, I’m almost 2/3s of the way finished editing a novel. And I really want to be done. Though that means I have to start the query merry-go-round again—and with two books. I know I’m really bad. I have a finished novel (the detective mystery) that’s sitting in a drawer (actually computer file) collecting dust. I even have the query letter finished. But I got skittish. I sent out a couple of queries, feeling very confident. An agent asked for the full. I got a strange rejection back. I showed it to one of my beta readers, who responded that the agent much have been “on something” when she read the full because the rejection had very little to do with the actual plot/characters of the novel and seemed to be about what the agent thought my mystery was about.
Despite what my beta readers have said and the amazing feedback I got when I took the novel to a lit conference, I’m now plagued with doubt. I know it’s silly, I know it’s only one agent, but... It’s those buts that have kept me stagnating. But it’s time. As a dear writing friend says, “It’s time to get my big girl panties on.”
She’s right. It’s time.
What about you, readers? Have you had similar experiences?