Me, I’ve been blowing off writing tasks for the past few weeks. This past spring, I blew off writing tasks for over a month. Then, and more recently, I became less busy. For sure, the anxiety that accompanied having so many self-assignments then fell by the wayside.
My theory is that I turned my back on what needed to be done because my subconscious needed to do some problem solving. Is this just a rationalization? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that when this happens, I return to the drawing board with a stronger writing-wise sense of purpose.
For example, this morning I decided that I would resume working on marketing If Wishes were Horses by writing Breakaway Books a query letter. I wrote this letter and sent it to the editors as an attachment. I am, tomorrow, going to go over it again and then send it to them via snail mail. I will also send this letter elsewhere. I think it was quite good.
This was all I was planning on doing. But then I gritted my teeth and cranked out a second query letter. I sent this one to Trafalgar Square Press. It’s entitled Breathe! I proposed to write about the subject of breathing, my audience being horse people. I said that as of yet, no one had written a book in which the subject is breathing, exclusively.
In essence, I tossed my fishing lines back in the water. I might get a bite, and then again, I might not. What is most important is that the lines are in the stream.
I must now maintain momentum. I have to continue to attempt to market If Wishes were Horses. I am waiting on Pete to finish reading If You Come to a Fork in the Road, then I will put in his recommended changes. I also need to write some promised reviews of Horse Brain/Human Brain. In writing this last paragraph, I began to feel my anxiety level rise. How, I wondered, am I going to find the time to do all this? See, this is an instance of perceived busyness. I could, tomorrow avoid the inevitable angst by bypassing writing and instead focus on the ongoing dog and pony show. Or I could clean the cabin. There are always other options.
Today I did strike a good balance. I both wrote and spent time with the animals. Such days are rare. Such days are the way it’s supposed to be.
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