It's February in Michigan. It's cold. It's snowing. I'm halfway through this semester and only one more to go to get my MBA. In the midst of all this, the Fearsome Foursome (me, Robin, Ronie, and Dineen) had a call from a publisher that had us scrambling to get our manuscripts in order. All this while I'm writing term papers, taking online tests, and, oh yeah, having a life. Today said publisher gave us the old heave-ho. It takes a bit of pressure off but was still a disappointment. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just me, but these ladies have worked so hard and, after not even a year of knowing them, I want so much to see them published. I have these recurring nightmares (in the daytime) that a publisher sends us a note saying "Great series! But that Ron guy really dragged you down!"
Okay, I'm not that bad. But it does add to the pressure element when others are counting on you. That's the one nice thing about writing--you're failure is your own. No one else to blame. On the other hand, with others counting on me, it sure pushes me to do my best.
I'm determined to get onto writing subjects on this blog. School takes up most of my time now, though. I'll catch up after the snow melts and the Tigers start another losing season. Wait for me!