I got a lot of great advice about how to get out of the Slough of Despond, and so much encouragement that it made me a little teary. What a great group all of you are! Many of you have mentioned Kristen Lamb’s We Are Not Alone; Andrew Mocete gave me the link to Kristen’s writing posts, storyfix, and Susan Bischoff’s blueprint.
So, I have done a bit of retrenching since Sunday. I started to change my platforms to my pen name (Elizabeth Anne Mitchell), a process that is still on-going. I started to read a lot more about the craft; I am also planning and organizing. I have a large Amazon cart waiting for my payday on Friday, full of writing and reading goodies.
My bifurcated writing lives are becoming blurred, and I am no longer sure whether that is a good or a bad thing. In many ways, the day writing informs the night writing, and the practice of the night writing helps the day writing come easier, but I worry a bit about the blurring. I know there are many of you out there who walk that tightrope–I’d be interested in how you keep things separate, or don’t worry about it.
On the goals: I had two new articles to write. One became a book proposal. I should hear by the end of August yea or nay. Another one is in the hands of a journal editor; it could be weeks or months before I hear anything. Sigh.
I also planned to revise two other articles. I’ve been working on one of those, and it ain’t bad, if I do say so myself. It was given as a paper, so it needed all the presentation stuff taken out, but other than that, not horrible. So I’m reasonably on track to attack the other revision before the end of Round 3.
I did post on the Gutenberg Bible on Saturday as my Literary Post of the Week. I am going to pull back on blogging, until I understand better what to post, although I will deliver on the promised posts on the history of profanity and one on Google Reader that Jenny Hansen suggested to Jamila Jamison and me in the wee hours of the morning.
I’ve been walking Brigid faithfully, so doing well on that goal. Riley is reacting well to the heartworm treatment, although he was in pain for the entire day after the injection, poor thing. He gets extra cuddles, which is hard, since he weighs 99 pounds!
I do spend at least two hours on writing peripherals a day; if I don’t manage to do the whole two hours without dipping into the wonderful connected world of Twitter or commenting on blogs, I add more time.
So, I’m making my baby sea-turtle steps to the ocean. It’s going better than I expected when I was back in the Slough of Despond. We are within sight of the end of the Round. How are y’all doing? You can check on everyone here.