I'm beginning to wonder if my 'cleaning' of my office is my way of skirting the writing issue. I'm not writing. I can't stand it, but I'm not. And I don't seem to be inclined to write.
Life has been hectic, of late, but hectic is normal, isn't it? I don't know a soul who sits around eating bonbons and popping grapes.
I have class tomorrow, and for the very first time, I had to write the group and say I would not present. This is horrid. I could run over to 'The Other Side' and send off a chapter, but I've not looked at it for about two weeks. I think that would not be useful for me or my classmates.
I've not even edited 'Blue' for a couple days. Wondering if that has anything to do with knowing that it is going to be critiqued at the September SCBWI conference. Am I scared? Well, getting critiqued is always scary. Getting critiqued at an SCBWI event is even scarier. The stakes are higher. I've sent it off to a real agent who will be attending. Yikes! What if she doesn't like it? What if she hasn't a clue as to what I'm talking about? What if she likes it? Whoo hoo!
I am soooooo trying not to have expectations - good or bad. The conference is almost eight weeks away. I'll be a basket case by the time I sit down with this woman. Oh well. I will survive.
Having terrible times with my computer. It's as slow as molasses. I keep getting weird error messages. My printer won't work. My tablet says it's not connected to the internet even though I'm sitting right next to the wi-fi hook up thingee.
Thankfully, I have a dear man who is coming over on Wednesday. He set up my computer in the first place. I told him all my troubles and he says he can fix them. Bless his heart.
Well, that's about all for now. Except for a quick thanks to my friend Margaret for her prayers for my computer to work.
And a very happy birthday to my buddy in Ireland - Gesine - you rock!!!! Happiest of days.
Life is birthday cakes.