It's been a while since I've posted in here, so I thought I'd just check in today. I don't have any words of supposed wisdom to share. I've been in the midst of the battle of submissions, rejections, and hearing nothing back at all, combined with the dark night of the soul that all writers must endure where we read some of our stuff and it seems to lay lifeless on the page. Being in a phase like this, it takes most of my energy, what isn't going to the large chunk known as "the rest of my existence", to keep working on my priority writing projects. The time and energy available to me has gone to those, rather than to any of my blogs. My personal approach to NaNoWriMo became "Just keep writing and don't give up on yourself." And screw any obsession with the word count, if you'll pardon my french.With my current rather dismal perspective on my writing, I am so immensely grateful for my writing groups. They are keeping me going and feeding me the necessary insights to make the process itself positive and joyful, regardless of the immediate outcome. So, with Thanksgiving nearing, I give thanks for writer friends, near and far, in one form or another. You are great blessings!
You and Shakespeare don't have the same excuse. You are so very alive! I'm grateful for THAT. Remember, writers are always writing, even when we appear to be sleeping, watching TV, teaching class, crying in our cups. Just like making soup. A person may not think there is soup happening when we are at the store buying vegetables, but it is still soup because it's there in our minds. Soup may never be "published" or it will eventually be "published." All depends on how long it has to simmer, whether too many cooks get involved, and when the world is ready for it. Go, Cindy!
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