They’re building a Super Wal-Mart around the corner from my house. That’ll be three Super Wal-Marts in my town of 100,000.
We ventured out into Wal-Mart land today. Wal-Mart on the day before Thanksgiving is an adventure to say the least. A nightmare if you’re in a hurry. Fotunately we weren’t. 🙂
I’m still not sure where to go next with my writing.
I started writing fairy tale type romances. I loved them, but dead people kept cropping up, so I gave in and wrote suspense. I started a YA, but never had the urge to finish it and I LOVE my women’s fiction, but there’s been ZERO interest in it out in agent land. It’s a cross genre book. It deals with faith but doesn’t follow CBA rules. My CPs say it’s not really inspirational although it’s very religious. I have a new WF ready to go to, but it’s kind of the same thing. If there isn’t a market, I don’t know if it makes sense to write the book, regardless of the personal journey taken in the creation. My last rejection said the suspense was too easy to figure out. The one before said the suspense was too heavy and over shadowed the romance. The one before that was a form rejection. When I wrote the fairy tales I genreally got revision requests, but seriously, first round rejections are WAY less painful. And in the back of mind while I think about this I have one voice saying quit thinking and just write another darn book and another voice saying are you freakin’ kidding me? You’re six classes away from a principal’s certificate. Forget the writing gig. You gave it ten years. You had a great time. But it’s time to grow up and look at the future. School’s WAY easier.
UGH. I hate this. I know it will pass, I know it’s normal, but I still HATE it.