The 360 is back on.
Tried to keep the streak but half way through the week I failed. Couldn’t do it any more.
I sent an excerpt (first 450 words) of my first WIP to a contest, to see if I could snag an agent.
Missed the first dateline, almost missed the second.
I waited for the comments to roll in on the blog.
They did. I read them.
I got slaughtered. Not in a mean sort of way, but worst. But with clear, well made and logical points. All of them very helpful. Then why do I feel so depressed?
Because “beginnings” are my darlings. Yeah, I always prided myself at nailing the start of any WIP.
Scrapping my first three chapters and starting all over again? Never!
Re-writing the opening again and again? Are you serious?
I’m a master at doing those things!
Or not. Not that I hadn’t re-written the opening chapter, or at least trimmed the fat out. And in the back of my mind I knew that I had to change somethings. But this? No, I wasn’t ready for it. So much for thick skin.
So I thought refuge in the Interwebs and fast action first person shooters. Anything to avoid that my story was not yet ready for prime time.
Shows you how much I know.
So hand me that butcher’s knife. I got work to do.
Armin van Buuren is back, Going Wrong: