by Margie Senechal
When Liz floated the idea on Sunday of defining moments, I thought of quite a few. But, today with 30 minutes left before I have to head to work my mind is kind of a blank.
Except for the one that happened a few months ago. I had lunch with my friends Gayle and Ivar wherein I mentioned writing this blog. I told them how I was the only unpublished writer in the group. And Gayle--who has read many a work-in-progress over the years--asked why I wasn't published.
I didn't have an answer. I had a bunch of excuses. Like how I'd spent years and many rewrites on Bix. How nothing I wrote seemed to click with an editor or agent...Excuses are a dime a dozen and we can all come up with them.
But, why aren't I published? That question has nagged me over the months. Almost becoming a personal mantra.
At the moment, I don't have anything new to submit because, besides eight versions of Bix, I haven't finished writing anything. And I really, really want to.
But, in these moments of self-reflection, I realize that I produce best when I have readers. Even a single reader like I did for Bix. And I haven't been in an active writer's group for years--in real life or online. And I think my productivity has suffered. For a while, I tried to make myself believe that I didn't need those people--any people--but I do.
So, today another defining moment is arriving as I'm going to ask for help. Does anyone want to read the 20K WIP of Suitcases and help me brainstorm through?
Because this writer can't hack it on her own.
Have a great Thursday--may it propel you into a wonderful weekend.