This is one of those times (writing-wise) that people keep helpfully telling me I will live through, even though it doesn't seem that way right now... The problem is that life can be so unexpectedly short... and it could be years before anything I've written sees daylight... and that's assuming that some day soon one single agent, somewhere, miraculously says 'Yep, this is TOTALLY for me' as opposed to 'Great, but just NOT for me'... and because several people I know are looking at vastly shortened lifespans (one of them is in her early forties, the other is only EIGHT) I'm feeling a little melodramatic. LK's sudden loss does not help matters. I look at LK, and how hard she worked, and for how long, and at how new all of her writing success was, and all I can hear in my head is the 'you'll make it eventually' my loving friends tell me all the time. But maybe I won't. I mean, maybe there won't BE an 'eventually' for me. You just never know. And right now I feel like I'm wandering around at the head of a road, but I'm not allowed to even start walking down that road until someone shows up and says 'Go!' and nobody is showing up.
Okay, whew. Sorry. I just had to get that out of my system. And for the record... I'll be sending out more queries this week... *bares chest for the inevitable bullets of failure, while hoping at the same time, there won't be any failure* and *continues working to make Evernow irresistible*
And, btw, I stayed up until 1 am last night (er, this morning?) and got OODLES written on Red Chief. And I'm all set to keep writing... as soon as I can get done with this pesky thing called 'work'... so yay for that.
Oh, and everybody please pray/send good juju to the sick people I know... too young is too young period, but eight years old is a travesty.