Hmmm, despite my happy ‘I love rejections’ post, the crows of doubt have come to roost again. Par for the course. No surprises there. To be honest, the constant ups and downs are very tiring. It does tend to be my personality (hello! Gemini!) but I have been kind of thinking, ‘do I need stress like this in my life?’. At the very beginning of the year I did tell my husband that I wished I’d never started submitting. That the whole rollercoaster ride was getting a bit much for me.
Then again, I guess that’s the hazard when you go after your dreams. It’s going to be tough and disappointing, and you will wonder why on earth you thought it was a good idea. Especially when your goal is just as far off as it ever was.
Anyway, this is not a play for sympathy or anything, just a little vent. Sunday morning musings. I am trying to resist the urge to reread my partial, just to make sure I’m as happy with it now as I was when I sent it off but that way lies madness. I have finished the full and the basic conflict seemed to hang together okay which is a good sign but you just never know.
Oh well, will stop moaning. How’s everyone else doing? What do you do when the rollercoaster gets too much for you?