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Retweeted and Rejected

Regarding recent responses from remarkable people I don't really know...

I got retweeted by a legendary musician after going to an inspiring performance!



Can you even believe this? And it was so much  more striking in person, like a Dali painting. No digital reproduction can do it justice, but you get the idea.


Sadly, I also received a rejection note from the agent who had requested 50 pages of my unfinished rewrite. I will still keep that compliment in my pocket--that she even requested such a thing in the first place.

And I do feel a little bit of relief from panic, considering I had told her I hoped to have the rewrite finished by mid-September, and oh, hello, October, and I've got 105,000 words but still haven't finished writing out all the climactic action of the end of the book!

It is exciting and nerve-wracking that I am about to be finished with this manuscript... again... and ready to start submitting and querying again, finally, after spending four months reworking the whole thing.

Last night, my five-year-old daughter overheard me say to my husband, "What if my book isn't any good?"

She said with all the confidence of a kindergartener who has suddenly acquired the power of writing whole sentences, "Mama, your book will be good. For grown-ups." (I know what she means by this qualifier. It doesn't have pictures in it.) "I know because it won't be like any other book in the world."

From the mouth of my babe! She is right. If my book "isn't any good," it is only because I have not yet worked hard enough at my craft to elevate the story that someone, somewhere, would surely love to read. As I keep telling her and as I can see demonstrated in the glorious performances of other artists, practice is everything.

Muses, grant me patience!

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