Hello, everyone! I’m back from San Antonio, where I attended Paradise Lost Writing Workshop. Which you should all totally do, by the way.
I’m exhausted and a wee bit jet lagged, so I’m going to keep this post short:
Day 13: I talked to someone I was afraid to talk to. I made myself go over, strike up a conversation, and the world did not implode. Neither did I!
Day 14: I accepted my critique fate. I don’t have a novella; I tripped and fell into a novel. I was not mentally prepared to write a novel, but I guess it’s just like deciding to have a baby (albeit a paper one): there’s never really a good time. It’s percolating.
Day 15: I chose to not work on the day job when I got home tonight, even though I should have. I have a very long month ahead of me, but considering it’s a marathon and not a sprint, I’m glad I put my self-care first.
Tomorrow – more scary things!