It’s Erev Shabbat, and I’ve just said goodbye to my husband who left for work, leaving me to watch the Dawn as I drink my tonic of coffee. Soon I’ll be going to the DMV for some much needed name changing...stuff, cleaning our home, get my hands covered in dough kneading challah, cooking dinner, preparing myself — all in anticipation of greeting the Sabbath. Except now as I sit in the stillness, I need to find silence. I need to quiet my soul. It is the month of Elul, a time of ...
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Enough
I'm not even sure I should be writing this. I don't necessarily feel qualified to share my experiences, my journey of trying to become a published author. And not just qualified, but appropriate. It feels almost...wrong to share. I'm stalling. It's the vulnerability I dread. Last week, I lost it. No, really. I did. I called my husband while he was at work, sobbing about how I can't write, my manuscript is crap, I don't know what I'm doing, and wondering if I've been chasing a fool's ...
The Daily Struggle
I've noticed on Twitter recently a lot of authors talking about the challenges of being a writer. Myself not being "officially published", I never feel it appropriate to share my own thoughts on the matter. (At least, not on Twitter.) Though there have been many times on this blog I've mentioned how life gets in the way, if I were a reader of my own material, such mentions, excuses, and complaints would grow stale and eventually irritating. "We get it. It's hard. Life sucks. Move ...
Eternity’s Reminder
Where was I last week? What's going on with me? What happened to those WOMS I promised? Let's see... Last week I was sick. This week, I'm feeling better, but I woke up dizzy today, so I'm not certain my mind is functioning at full capacity. I'm in the middle of revisions and going cross-eyed from it, but I think it's one of the best decisions I've made (or rather, one of the best responses an agent has ever given me). The vast majority of my energy is being spent on those, which leaves ...
Don’t Give Up
My heart palpitates as my finger hovers over the SEND button, my palm clammy with a sudden burst of perspiration. "This is it," flashes through my mind, and before I lose my nerve, I tap the screen. Expelling a heavy sigh from years of bent up disappointment, frustration, and whatever minuscule amount of hope remains, I lean back in my chair to relax my racing heart. I've only just sent the beginnings of my revisions for my manuscript to a friend for review. She read the first dreadful, ...
