Saturday, October 15, 2005

funky mood

Still in a funky mood, and probably will be until after wfc. I'm having writer's block of sorts--it seems I'm almost paralyzed by my own thoughts of inepitude. I can't be that bad, can I? The real answer to that is no, I'm not, and even if I don't interest any editors in a few weeks there's always next year. Every word I write now will make me a better writer later, and if that's what it takes then that's what I'll do. But for some reason the real answer keeps bouncing off my industrial-strength insecurity sheild around my ego.

On the bright side, I've been googling the membership list for the wfc and have e-mailed a few prospective contacts. One is Jane Yolen, who is an incredibly prolific children's/middle grade/ young-adult author. She's published something like 200 books, and if anyone can give me advice on the industry, she can. Another is Marissa Linden, who appears to be approximately my age and has published a few young-adult books. They both responded favorably, and Marissa even said she knew other 'new kids' that were attending and wouldn't it be nice to have dinner one night? That made me feel less like a poser.

The internet tonight is incredibly slow. I had hoped to email the author my manuscript, but it may have to wait until tomorrow a.m. Have I mentioned I'm freaking out about this whole business?


Innuendo said...

You're good enough, you're smart enough, and doggone it- people LIKE you.

Chin up! Mess shit up! Be a fool- who cares? I know! Tequila!
Or just...
Align your chakras or...whatever.

At some point during my worrying sessions I usually get to the point where I have no energy left for worrying. And nothing EVER EVER EVER turns out exactly the way you imagine it will, so it makes no difference. I understand how you feel, however, since I pay WAY too much attention to what people MIGHT think of me. It's crippling, it sucks, but I still do it all the time. Don't be like me! You're toughter than me! Remember: You are really good at being a bitch! :)

Kelly said...

Inny, you fuckin' rule. I knew there was a reason I keep you around. Thanks! :)

Anonymous said...

*cough* Lingen, not Linden.

But you're still invited to dinner and drinks.