Letting it all hang out. We’ve all heard the expression. We saw it happen at the Olympics. People gambled, knowing they had to push themselves past the bar to stand a chance to win.
It’s not quite so dramatic in writing, but it feels that way.
I finished the edit on the submission for Jack Whyte’s workshop today. I could fiddle with it endlessly, but at some point you have to lick that calf a final time and call it good.
Then, of course, we wonder if good is good enough.
I wonder that about all of my writing. Is this really good, publishable good or is it just the scribbling of a madwoman? In my heart I know it has the potential to be good. What pushes it past acceptable is the outside influence of my critique group. They see things I don’t see. They see ways to tighten it or expand it. They see what is there instead of what I think is there.
I read another chapter of Lisa’s Dominion today. My gosh. What a story. I found myself wanting to scream at the heroine. NO! Don’t give in. Fight him.
It wasn’t me in the throes of agony, but I was so frustrated. Then I started laughing. Danged good job writing when you are that caught up in the characters and the story.
That is why I have confidence in my critique group. They are writers. They know how to build worlds and lives. They know how to weave threads together so seamlessly you never notice the tapestry until you look back.
In this respect I have been so very blessed.
Sometimes you just have to believe in the magic.
Once more I have dodged the bullet. Joseph called tonight and the hard drive is fine, but there is a cooling fan out on the motherboard he thinks might be causing the problems. He copied off the documents for me onto a cd so I will at least have those until we can rebuild Blue. He said he would try the cooling fan first and see what that does. If I could limp by until the conference, that would be great.
Talked to Will today and he is safely arrived in Georgia. He said the base is near Savannah and they are getting a lot of rain. It’s kind of miserable since they still have a tight deadline to get the conexes unpacked. They flew them out on a charter plane, which made me feel better. He’s been going non-stop with little sleep so a long bus ride would have been lousy. I was glad to hear he arrived safely, but there is still a bit of sadness as I know he is now a step closer to leaving.
Weight loss has come to a screeching halt so that is discouraging. I’m not really sure what to do to jumpstart it as I am not eating any differently and still working out.