The fun scenes are done and you’re stuck with filling in all the gaps. You have three choices: slog, panic, or start something new. Unless there’s a way to rekindle the fun..
One thing that occurred to me while doing last year’s 100 Rejection Challenge was that, just like focusing on obtaining acceptances, collecting rejections is still dependent on other people’s decisions.
Monday I counted my 150th rejection of 2018.
Occasionally I stop on the side of the brambly trail and look around and wonder what I’m doing and if it’s worth it.
I hit 50K on the 22nd, and on the 30th I crossed both the 75K mark AND finished to the end of my plot notes!
All fine and dandy like cotton candy! …Until I suddenly had a major problem.
My novelette Still Life went live at GigaNotoSaurus! Along with MY FIRST SOLO REVIEW!
My anticipation is making me antsy, but it’s not because I am anticipating being a mentee. Rather, the opposite.
Some days the rejections don’t even bother me. Some days I see the notification and the first two lines “Dear Victoria…” and I let out strangled wookiee noises and regret giving up wheat/sugar.
I’ve worked hard for each and every rejection and like grey hairs I’m tired of pretending I don’t have any.