Took a short blog hiatus over the weekend. Had a fantastic birthday where Dr Jax whisked me away to our wonderful capital city – Wellington – for a weekend of a swish hotel, fine champagne, nice food and, best of all, no kids! My birthday present was a lovely bit of bling, something that surprised me because I’m not a blingy type of girl and yet I found myself choosing a rather gorgeous bit of sparkle. Poor Dr Jax hasn’t quite recovered from the cost I fear. 😉 Also took lots of scene-setting pics since – happily – Wellington is also the setting for a new WIP. Even found my hero’s apartment overlooking the waterfront! All good.
But now I’m feeling blah. Post birthday blues maybe. Now the fun of the birthday is over, I have more angst and waiting to look forward to. Do we ever get over our need for reassurance do you think? In a normal job we’d have performance appraisals, we’d have a boss to ask about whether we’re performing our jobs adquately, we’d have promotions, we’d have a wage! But with writing for publication we don’t get any of that. We get silence. Sometimes we’ll get encouragement in the form of a letter asking for more work but more often than not we get a rejection. It’s a little bit soul destroying after a while.
I guess this qualifies as my vent of the month. I was hoping to save it until further on but what the hey! Anyway, am doubting my submission, doubting the rest of the manuscript – which is complete pants let me tell you, doubting pretty much everything. Don’t have any emotional reserves left to deal with the long wait. My mojo has packed her bags and gone on a long holiday into the bargain. Boring huh? Perhaps I need some more NTAI shoes…
On the up side, I have lovely CPs who deal patiently with my constant need for reassurance, though sometimes I feel like a baby bird in a nest with its mouth constantly open… 😉 How do the rest of you deal with it? Do you whine like me? Go shopping? Or is it stiff upper lip all the way?