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Writing Installment #3

Time to write a query–the dreaded phrase from any writer. Not only are queries exceedingly infuriating due to the brain shift they require, but they tend to carry the emotional weight of the manuscript’s potential. So, oftentimes when I get stuck on a query, I end up feeling disgusted with the manuscript as well, whether or not the shoe fits.

This time, I noticed a bit of a shift at least–for once, writing the query for Red Skies Take Warning felt easier. To that end, I think I can thank all the blurb writing I’ve had to do for novellas. It’s always been a tougher part for me to tap into, but blurb writing became easier with practice. And after I spent hours upon hours working on a short 25 word blurb for Stolen Petals, I think I finally understand what sort of discipline is required for the query, more than ever before.

Before, I used to throw my query up on forums and get buckets of critiques because I genuinely couldn’t tell if it was compelling or good. I’d keep revising and revising until I wanted to hurl puppies into walls. But this time around, I’m just sending it to select few people and making the adjustments. I’m going to find my skeleton that works and refine it until the words do what I want them to.

A different approach, but only time will tell if it works!

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Writing Installment #2

Paranoia sets in at this stage of my edits. Whenever I near the end of the edits on a big manuscript and start working on a query, that niggling sense of fear and doubt finds a way through my armor and begins to paralyze me. What if it’s just another failure?

Writers face rejection all the time. It’s how this whole thing works, like with most artists. We’re rejected by our peers, we’re rejected by reviewers, we’re rejected by agents, publishers, or even readers. We’re fighting from the onset, and it’s a soul-sucking battle. Hence the need for thick skin and a support system. I’d be nowhere without it.

However, it never hits me more keenly than that step up to the precipice, as I stare into the void of what-ifs, when I’m getting close to submission time. I get seized by fear, and all of those worries start overtaking me. It’s a deadening brew.

At that point, I’m simply grateful for my family and friends, because whenever I take that leap, get a bruise, maybe even a concussion, they’re there to dust me off and help me back on two feet again.

Granted, I’m sure it’s infuriating that I keep leaping every time. Talk about a kid who doesn’t learn when they put their hand in the fire.

Only time will tell if it’s stupidity or bravery.