I've been really strict with my writing after the long summer holiday. Really I should have gone back to the day job but I'm dragging my 'new direction' out for as long as possible.
The writing calendar is adhered to. The coffee mornings have been declined. The housework is neglected (not sure I can blame writing for that one.). Although the novel is floundering as I consider a narrative / target audience change I am focusing on my poetry, short story and blogging writing with a mind to finding as many submissions as I can. I realised that sitting alone hiding with my writing won't do much good so it was time to get it out there.
And there lies the rub...
Whilst I know there will be rejections, it don't 'alf sting when yet another submission / competition email bears no positive news. And I haven't been doing it that long so I am aware there may be many more to come. But still. That moment when runners up are tweeted every day of the week and when you don't see your name on the penultimate day, there burns that little flame of hope - maybe, just maybe.
The announcement of the winner's name not being the same as mine can often colour my whole day - I'm still working on the whole dust myself off, pick myself up and start all over again routine - but I think it's because the length of time between any kind of 'win' seems to be stretching a tad too far for my liking.
But I suppose I won't appreciate that elusive win if I haven't felt the losses, right?
* picks up pen *
Time to start again.
This post is in response to the #WhatImWriting linky