This is my old horse Airborne caught in the act of being naughty, with all four feet off the ground.
An example of exultation or chagrin? Caught in the act of joy. Or disobedience?
I guess it depends on your perspective. It is all relative to who you are.
Are you the horse? With exuberance. With elation. Taking a risk.
Or the rider. With caution. With control. Playing it safe.
Which are you?
And more to the point...which am I?
5:30 am and 74 degrees.
My agent has submitted my manuscript to a selection of editors. I am being circumspect here.
Blogs appear to be an excellent excuse to make personal information public and that is not my intent here.
My intent is to show the process.
The mental angst.
And angst it is.
It is pure pain.
And pleasure. A lot of pleasure.
To use a cliche?
The brass ring is in sight, but just out of reach. It is coming closer. Or is it?
I now have magical thinking.
If I approach a stoplight and it stays green, I will be published next year.
If I find a penny to wish on, I keep it in a box in my cabin (bedrooms are called cabins on a boat).
I try not to think of what might be and have appreciation for what is - but -
It is hard. It is nerve wracking. It is a thousand times worse than searching for an agent and a thousand times better.
It is a waiting game.
So I wait.
Bereft of any control.
I am still writing.
Think good thoughts...