Some down time.
Today I am filled with doubt. Though my mother loved Vinehart Farm, sister no. 1 wasn’t crazy about it. Lots of loose ends, which is true, there are, and she made associations with real life characters in our small town that didn’t exist, and I think it got in the way of her enjoying it. Now sister #2 is reading it. If she too isn’t crazy about it (and by that I mean that she likes Peace Cottage a lot more), I think I’ll hold off and stop sharing the first draft until Curiosity Quills tells me if it is taking the book or not. I’m getting good at handling criticism from the editors, but I’m apparently not so good at handling it from my loved ones. Thin skin. And there’s this other thing that’s weighing me down. Our dog Tigger is now buried near my parents’ dog Posy. I am really struggling with being home without him, especially early mornings and when I get home from work. I loved that dog and he loved me. Every day he’d tell me, “I value you. I love you. Let me lick your toes!” I don’t know–I just feel heavy. Despite how I feel today, I do feel I’ll be ready for my author talk and book signing at Haymaker Card and Gift next Saturday from 1 to 3 p.m. I’m saving the stack of books that I have left and am hoping that I get lots of local visitors. And it’s a lovely store to be in anyway. So I’m in the waiting mode, waiting for next Saturday, and waiting to hear from Curiosity Quills. You know, I’m not sure what I’ll do with my manuscript if Curiosity Quills doesn’t accept it. Where do unaccepted transcripts go, on top of the refrigerator? All for now,