I got my latest SCBWI Bulletin and am mind-boggled by the information contained therein. Honestly, the price of membership is worth it - if only for this publication!
The two I enjoyed the most were: When Writing Deosn't Matter by Karen Collum and How To Meet 14,000 Librarians.... by Pamela Ehrenberg. Both were delightfully funny little moments that touched me. And isn't that what writings all about!
Another piece made me think about the dilemma I am going through at the moment. The old editing / publishing mess. Sneed B. Collard III has published more than 55 books, by different publishers, and is finding it difficult, in today's market, to get a 'good' contract.
I have often felt I was born at the 'wrong' time. Too early, too late. The same now feels true about publishing. I get the impression, it might be incorrect, that if I'd started out when I was seventeen, my chances of getting published would have been so much greater.
Honestly - at seventeen did I know anything about life to write well enough to get published!
Doesn't really matter, though. I know I am committed to this thing called writing. Or obssessed by it. But not enough, I think. I don't wake up at 5am and write (knowing the little one will be up at 8am and I will not be able to even think after that.) I used to write late at night, many times till 3am. But my body doesn't work as well as it used to with four hours of sleep. Or perhaps it's the little one - Let's do this, Ammie - Let's do that, Ammie. Never a dull moment with her, but that does mean that I haven't the energy once her head hits the pillow to even think, let alone write.
Just have to give more thought to how to go about this. Working out how to make the time to write and rest and read and grow and live. I'll get the hang of it one of these days. Honest. In the meantime, I can only laugh and enjoy life.