In the past year I’ve learned a lot about myself, none of it flattering. I learned that the discipline that took me through 25 years with the Marine Corps and to write 37 books flew the coop. I failed it and I own it. Slacking and talking myself into a blue funk is easy when the writing isn’t going well. In the real writing world, very few of us are published and even fewer have publishers that will actually back a book instead of just sending it out onto the shelves. (I've had 37 of those!)
Getting back to work is a lot harder. I’m a cynic and jaded when it comes to publishing. I don’t have an agent and after 6 years of doing my own contracts, the last agent I contacted treated me so rudely that I loathe them more than before. Another hurdle to overcome, huh?
I have motivation. Don’t ask me where it came from, I haven’t a clue. But I suspect it’s from Babe Rhonda nagging me. (love you for that!) But my ‘I’ll show them’ attitude is back. Yeah!
I learned that my mind can create exciting novels and it can talk me out of writing them.
So…I’ve been bitch slapped. =)