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I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything new and inspiring. Of course, I feel guilty about the lack of originality, hence the occasional inspirational post from Facebook or Pinterest. These things go a long way to assuage my guilt and lack of attentiveness to this blog. I hope you enjoy them as well.
Like any good procrastinator and self-proclaimed slacker, I have tons of reasons for my absence as of late, but I will spare you all the “what had happened…” excuses, designed to elicit both pity and coddling. The truth is I am a bit – actually, A LOT – afraid about my next steps. I’ve been busy reading and writing and writing and reading, and now I am at a crossroads where I must make a decision about rather to move forward or remain stagnant. Unfortunately, stagnation has won. By a landslide!
During the summer months, I took a gigantic leap of faith and found an editor. With a vice grip on my husband’s hand, I surrendered my first manuscript and held my breath. The process wasn’t nearly as bad as my anxiety-laced brain thought it would be. She offered great suggestions and really tidied up my work. I am grateful for her skill, talent, and unyielding patience.
Now the tough part: where to go from here? The story is written and edited, ready to be shared.
And I am terrified…