I'm pretty sure that was a bit of anger, depression, jealousy, fear and sorrow all rolled up together there.
I have been reading.
I had bought three used paperbacks from Karen Marie Moning's Fever series. Darkfever, Bloodfever and Faefever. I liked them so I went to the library and grabbed the final two books in the series, Dreamfever and Shadowfever. I have almost finished the last book.
I have very strong feelings about the books from both sides, the writer and the reader.
I'm incredibly jealous as a writer. The books are interesting, entertaining and they so thoroughly hooked me that I'm reading into the wee hours of the morning.
The romance is really secondary to the story which is hard for me, as a reader, but it works for her.
As usual I empathize more for the male main character than the female. I fall for the gorgeous brooding man all the time. His unspoken heartbreak breaks mine.
Then, while watching an old episode of Bones there is this song at the end of the show that is so haunting and intense that I have to look it up. It's called Low is a Height by Great Northern.
So, now I am obsessed with this eerily captivating song that has become the soundtrack while I'm caught up reading these powerful books about the Fae world with this all-consuming tormented hotness personified guy.
And then, I get yet another rejection email.
I'm not surprised that I whined like a little girl.
Thoughts about my writing are running the gamut. I've thought about re-writing the entire beginning of my finished book (cause that is all the agents/publishers base their decisions on and they apparently hate it) to scrapping the entire idea of ever being published.
I know we all feel this way some times but I'm just befuddled.
It was really cool of you guys to try to break my slump though (even the smacking, Tara!).
I've said it before and I will say it again...this community is really wonderful.
Now...if you guys could just find me a critique partner/beta reader, that doesn't chew me up and spit me out, to tell me if I should go back to learning basket weaving.
|Don't laugh...I made that!|
Happy Mother's Day.