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We’ll start off with the darker side of the novel today….

From Jan 2011

Dismal, cold Monday morning – hello.  I’ve successfully bundled my munchkins and sent them off to Montessori, well, two of them anyways and here I sit, ready to embark on my second blog.  The first was an extension of a failed coaching business which, as most failures do, turned into a massive lesson about life.   A dozen years ago, while floundering around during what should have been my sophomore year at the University of Colorado, Boulder, but instead turned out to be some much needed ‘time off,’ I found myself drawn toward two courses at the university in my hometown of Fairfield, Connecticut.

Cultural Anthropology and Creative Writing.

The former ignited a spark that has remained a prominent theme in my life ever since.  It was the impetus behind my  next four years of study, culminating in the achievement of a Bachelor’s degree.

The latter is only now coming to the forefront in my life and I welcome it like Christmas morning.  I’ve recently completed my first novel, a children’s fantasy about a young boy’s quest to save his grandfather and the magical Land of Mim and have begun the nerve-wracking process of submitting it for representation.   My first query resulted in a request for the full, and I anxiously await a response.

Time will tell.  I am ready to embark on a new journey.

From Dec 2011

 

It’s been a longgg time since we’ve talked, I know. I have a litany of excuses, but I’ll spare you my drivel. The fact of the matter is that my creativity waxes and wanes, coming in cyclical spurts. I’ve learned to pay attention to these, and not get too crabby when they don’t happen at will.

I put aside my manuscript early this year after receiving some sound feedback. My characters needed work. I’m a big girl. I’ll own that. And further, I’ll admit that I didn’t know where to start. So, I let it go and waited.

Fast forward six months. The characters in my book slowly weasel their way back into my subconscious. They start talking to me in my daydreams, and lo and behold, I’m writing. My beloved characters lit the proverbial spark under my rear and off I went.

Now, I’m sitting here, writing to all of you to tell you that sometimes letting go is the best way to get back into the swing of things. Stop stressing, stop trying to force it. Just let it go.

Hopefully sometime in the next few weeks I’ll have some agent feedback about my most recent revision. I just sent out half a dozen queries today, including one invitation to resubmit after revision. Fingers crossed.