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Listening to... Geo. Winston, FOREST
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Another gal I know in my local RWA chapter sold not one, but two novels this week, to two different epubs. I'm happy for her, but at the same time...

I know, I know...it's so tempting to go that route, just to say "I'm published!" - but dang it all, I want to be able to say "Harlequin's my publisher" - or Avon, St. Martin's Press, NAL, Berkeley, Ballantine - aiming too high? I don't think so. I think, if I were to go the epub route, I'd be aiming too low. Settling, just to get published. And that's not what I want, deep down inside. I want a long career.

But on the flip side, I haven't been able to write squat today. The words felt like they were being pulled out of my gut with pliers reaching down my throat. Not a comfortable sensation. But then, chapter two is often a difficult one for me. Aw hell, I don't know.

Tomorrow I have a phone critique with Laura about the book I'm pitching this summer. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she doesn't totally hate it, though I'm aware of it's flaws and will probably do one more pass through before sending it on (if it gets a request, that is). It's an early morning crit.

After that, I'm off to Pilates, and then donating blood at 2pm. There's a blood shortage again. So, a busy day. Luckily we aren't going anywhere this weekend. Hubby will be working on video for my Dad, the kids will just chill, and I'll be writing.

Hopefully.