Not much has happened since I last posted. I’m waiting to hear back from queries and still have one full out. Patience may be a virtue, but it’s also pretty darn aggravating. The lifestyle changes are hard to implement. The two sides of my brain are fighting it out. One side knows what I have to do, but the other side constantly reminds me of how comfy life is when you don’t freeze your rear off in thirty degree weather for a walk. It’s easier to let things remain the same. But the other side reminds me of what life could be (fun!) if I could escape some of my bad habits. I’m not happy and am working on things slowly.
I’ve been trying to get into a new story I’ve been writing. I love it when a book overtakes you and it’s all you can think about. I’m not there with this one – yet. I know how the story begins and how it ends, I know the character’s motivation, I know the basic plot, but there’s something missing and I haven’t figured out what it is. I just keep writing on it and will have a very basic draft done soon. Hopefully, it’ll come to me.
I know what part of the issue is with my writing. I don’t know if I’m good enough to be published. There. I said it. I’ve gotten some great responses to my completed story and some “meh” responses. Out of all the agents who’ve rejected my fulls and partials, none have given feedback. It’s beyond frustrating. I believe in my story and know that I’ll get there. It’s just here in querying purgatory that it really sucks. I don’t know what’s right or wrong with my story, from an agent perspective. I can fix anything, I just need to know what to fix.
Yeah… so that’s about all. Life in the here and now is like watching the movie Groundhog Day on repeat. My dad’s dementia is continuing to progress. He keeps talking about the things he’s going to do when we make our big move out west. I know they’re things he’ll never be able to do, but I don’t tell him that. This is the one thing he holds onto, and more importantly, remembers. He’s not feeling good most of the time and sometimes it feels as though life is on hold as we watch him move further away on his lonely journey.
Lots of mental stuff going on, just not much in the physical world. I’m going to keep this short, because I need to go to the store and buy some groceries before the snowstorm hits. Stay safe and be warm wherever you may be.