So, when Orly announced my name at the Women's Fiction Writers Association Retreat as the winner of the critique from agent Carly Watters of PS Literary, I almost wet pants. And then I panicked. And stalled. For two weeks.
A writer's biggest obstacle is fear. Fear no one will read their work. Fear they will, and hate it. Fear it's not
After several false starts (lunch, reheating my coffee, a snack, the dog needed feeding and a delivery at the door) I finally buckled down. It didn't take long for me to become immersed in the story again once I decided to ignore the incessant tapping of a grotesque demon on my shoulder.
I love my story. I love my characters. And this time, I refused to give in.
I made a few minor changes to the first chapter of A Promise of Fireflies, polished it for errors, tidied up the synopsis, held my breath and hit the send button.
Oh crap...I think I'm going to hurl.
Definitely beer time.
Until next time,
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