Bored, so bored....
Was responcible today: paid off all my bills (some even early), laundry, etc...
A new buddy inadvertenly reminded me that maybe it is time that I put a little more dedication into finishing my book. It's been complete for the last 7 years, and been through at least as many re-writes. Besides, the second of the trilogy is just about done as well, and the third bounces around my head screaming to get out. It's only my own insecurity that I think is holding me back and keeps me from sending to a publisher. I feel that I put so much of my own self into it, I hate the thought of it being judged. Now, not much ever causes me concern: the health of a family member and having to rely on others in a serious circumstance are really the only things that I can think of that make me feel uneasy. I've never had a confidence problem, and in general could give a damn about most peoples opinions, which makes it all the more disconcerting. I've had several people who read novels of it's style read it, asking for complete honesty in thier enjoyment of it, and besides the spelling (which I am completely terrible at, thank the computer gods for spell-check), and the occational puntuation problem, I have only recieved good feedback and questions on when the second will be complete...yet even as I type this, I know it's just my own way of reminding myself and drumming up the confidence to get back to it. I did actually do another read-through on the final draft last night... spent about 9 hours and made less changes on those chapters I went over then I had the last time (I took this as a great sign). Got on a roll, and am actually looking forward to getting back to it once I finish my self-imposed break from it (an old art teacher, whom I respect as a teacher unequivically and without equal, taught me the importance of these breaks).
In other news... I received 2 silver dollars from the post office today, so looks like Charon's taken care of.
Was responcible today: paid off all my bills (some even early), laundry, etc...
A new buddy inadvertenly reminded me that maybe it is time that I put a little more dedication into finishing my book. It's been complete for the last 7 years, and been through at least as many re-writes. Besides, the second of the trilogy is just about done as well, and the third bounces around my head screaming to get out. It's only my own insecurity that I think is holding me back and keeps me from sending to a publisher. I feel that I put so much of my own self into it, I hate the thought of it being judged. Now, not much ever causes me concern: the health of a family member and having to rely on others in a serious circumstance are really the only things that I can think of that make me feel uneasy. I've never had a confidence problem, and in general could give a damn about most peoples opinions, which makes it all the more disconcerting. I've had several people who read novels of it's style read it, asking for complete honesty in thier enjoyment of it, and besides the spelling (which I am completely terrible at, thank the computer gods for spell-check), and the occational puntuation problem, I have only recieved good feedback and questions on when the second will be complete...yet even as I type this, I know it's just my own way of reminding myself and drumming up the confidence to get back to it. I did actually do another read-through on the final draft last night... spent about 9 hours and made less changes on those chapters I went over then I had the last time (I took this as a great sign). Got on a roll, and am actually looking forward to getting back to it once I finish my self-imposed break from it (an old art teacher, whom I respect as a teacher unequivically and without equal, taught me the importance of these breaks).
In other news... I received 2 silver dollars from the post office today, so looks like Charon's taken care of.
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hypnogogic:
You didn't really give money for the party to the bartender, did you?
hypnogogic:
How much did you give him?