Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving break was a very pleasant and moderately busy 5 day stretch of time. In a time-honored tradition for our family, I pulled out puzzles to work on. Mr. Smarty Pants helped me occasionally and Mr. Autism participated with the occasional hug and frequent off-key renditions of "Farmer in the Dell". I love my family, and I love this time with them.

Puzzle time is good thinking time, once the kids wander away.

I think I need to give up on The Beast* for now. I haven't had so much as a nibble of interest. Maybe it's just not good enough. Maybe my query sucks. I'm not sure at this point. What I do know is that I'm very discouraged with the process.

The writing is what's important. I want to re-create that feeling of pride and accomplishment that comes from finishing a manuscript. I have more stories to tell. It's time to stop worrying about the first one, and just change gears.

I can't bring myself to start writing the second in the series to The Beast yet. The wound feels a little tender yet. I have a few different ideas. Maybe I'll try bouncing between a couple of projects. I am still a writer. It's time to stop trying to be a published writer, and go back to what makes me happy: telling stories.