I have 100 pages of the new novel in pretty good shape now. I estimate rewriting through the main conflict in another 20 pages, and then I’m onto Lucy’s underworld journey, and Octavia’s above world war. Some Klarions just need counseling.
The cool thing about this is that I’m happy with how things are going. My secret? I stopped giving a damn. My number one writing agenda now is to make myself content and satisfied. I collect rejection after rejection. I collect promising rejection after promising rejection. I get asked for fulls and have near misses. No matter.
That’s right. No matter. Why do I write any given story? Because I have a story to write. And I’m not going to be a better writer if I fret about why I’m getting rejected. Nope. I want to have something that makes me feel better. Still.
It just doesn’t matter what reception your work gets. It’s wonderful when you reach readers, when you are told your work is good. Yay.
In the world of art, you are going to get rejected more often than you are going to get accepted. And that’s going to go on for quite a while. So, don’t focus on that. Focus on loving the work you’re doing, and making yourself happy.
The rest will fall into place. Or it won’t. Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.