Girl Kitty is sleeping in my mess. Really. Even when I took the picture she didn't wake up. I think she had indentations in her belly from my plastic organizer. She is a true writer's cat. The ultimate muse.
9 pm and 82 degrees.
So are you OK in the place you're in? When I first decided to actually finish a novel (and yes that one is deep in my drawer to be taken out and dusted off when I am ready to revise it) I thought how wonderful it would be to have an agent.
Four novels later. Newly agented. I was euphoric...but...wouldn't it be better, I thought, to have my novel SOLD?
Enter the SHARK of discontentment.
That anti-muse which all writers have.
He swims through your subconscious.
Your novel sells.
You are in transports. Life is wonderful. Maybe it even goes for a good deal...But...not a significant deal...Or maybe a significant deal but not a MAJOR deal.
Like Roseanna danna says,"It's always something."
That shark again.
You know your life will be amazing once that novel is published and out selling in bookstores.
Release day comes.
You are content for a nanosecond.
Amazon numbers are made just for the obsessive compulsive author.
So are Barnes and Noble.
And. And. And.
That pesky shark again.
So maybe we should all learn from Girl Kitty.
The Place is the thing.
Enjoy where you're at.
You go Girl Kitty. You go!