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This morning, I found out I had to present three books at sales conference. As in, present them this afternoon. Scurry, scurry, where’s my TUMS?! But it went okay, and it’s all behind me . . . now, to regroup and refocus my efforts on the WIPs on my desk and get past the high anxiety of being on stage.
Trust me, it was a lot like being on stage. Exhilaration before, the jitters and sweats while waiting for my turn (in the wings), then relief when the first joke actually gets a laugh.
Afterwards, it’s almost like a post-project drop – that strange time for writers that occurs just after you type “The End,” which can be two of the most dangerous words in the world . . . because they can completely stop your momentum . . . if you let them. It doesn’t help that I’m about to ALSO type “The End” on Picture Perfect Murder.
I plan to set that one aside, too, until January – unless I get a nibble from an agent. I want to do the primary first edit on it, taking my time, but I also need to work on getting Clues in the Clay finished and off to SH. I have so many ideas bubbling, that I have to put a lid on them so I can do the work.
Discipline. Now . . . if I could just apply it to my housework. . . .
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On December 21st, 2005 at 11:33 pm, Marla said:
Your discipline, endurance and talent keep me in awe. I’m humbled to call you “friend” and inspired by your exemplary example of womanhood.