For the past five weeks, I’ve been querying a beloved manuscript. It’s received some wonderful feedback-the writing, the concept, the characters. The comments were indeed exceptionally complimentary. They’ve all asked to see future work. But, at the end of the day, it wasn’t quite right for three of the agents who requested the full.
I should have been ecstatic with the high praise they handed out. But, I couldn’t help but feel a little down. Coupled with the sudden disappearance of Mojo, I just haven’t had what it takes to effectively work on the new WIP.
I can’t stand it when I’m not working on something. I’m accomplishment driven.
I have spent two weeks of writing, deleting, rewriting, pacing. Rinse, repeat. Nothing fit. It just wasn’t coming together the way I wanted. Today, the puzzle pieces finally clicked. The Great Epiphany came to me right after breakfast and right before I was heading out the door. I ran for the computer to jot down notes.
For some reason, it always works this way. Shiny new ideas and resolutions come to me at inconvenient times-the shower, the middle of the night, while walking the dogs or while running errands.
I think I’m back on solid ground. I’ll know after I get a few chapters down. The outline should help keep me sailing through to the end after that. I’m back to being totally enthusiastic about this latest WIP.
How do ideas come to you?
And that other manuscript? I still have a huge amount of hope. I truly believe in this book. There are still other agents reviewing it. Hopefully, sooner or later, I’ll find one that loves it too.