Okay, so on my last post, I talked about losing my way in the story-forest. I think I totally lost track of what the hell I was doing. I loved how supportive you all were, and I was feeling pretty positive about forging ahead...
Until this weekend. When I thought about where I was going with the story now, and... Well, I can't see it anymore.
Then we watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I tried to find the quote that kind of sparked me, but I can't, and now I can't remember it. For me, the movie had this sense of not letting life pass you by - of going for it. Of being exactly who you are. And if life isn't what you want it to be, then making the best of what you have.
"Everything will be all right in the end... if it's not all right then it's not yet the end." (That's not the quote, but it's pretty damn good.)
Anyway, I still love Sleeping Ugly. It's not the end for that. But I still love all my books, and it's not the end for them either. I never did try hard enough to get some of them published.
I'm going to start reading through some of my older books. Seeing what's viable and what's not. Choosing one of them, and tweaking it until I think it's ready to send out again. And if it's already ready, then I'm going to do my damnedest to see that sucker in print.
And when Sleeping Ugly wakes up and starts to spark me again, I'll tackle that sucker, too.
And... yes, I start a lot of sentences with 'And' these days - live with it... if nothing breaks for me, then I'll look into self-publishing. Because, what the hell. I'm not getting any younger and the industry isn't getting any more free with their contracts.
I will not be the old lady sitting in a wheelchair, bitching at the world, wondering where the hell my life went.