Because it really wasn't quite enough to worry about with the offer in the entry below to show something to an agent by a complete stranger, a friend who had made the offer last year (before the year of work hell and tax audit and various things that made me insane) (okay, more insane than normal) (hush), that friend, I'll call her Eloise, wrote last night re-newing the offer. My name had come up with a mutual friend, the one who'd introduced us in the first place and Eloise asked her why I hadn't shown her chapters last year, so the mutual friend explained what my life had been like and that I had assumed that since it had been so long, Eloise would think I was a flake and wouldn't want to follow through on the original offer. So she wrote me directly to make it clear she was still as fired up as ever, planning to hand my chapters to her NY agent and if he passes, to another NY agent that she thinks would also be great.
So with all of that very good stuff on the horizon, what do you think I did? Do you think I ran straight to the chapters and opened them and in my cold, professional eye, realized that I had really GREAT stuff in there and that just by continuing, I would be able to finish out those chapters... because after all, I'm adapting it from a script, I already know the story, how hard could this be? If that's what you think, then you, dear reader, need to have your head examined because I am a WRITER and writers NEVER EVER think they are okay or that what they've written is any good and it all SUCKS and I am never ever ever going to write another decent sentence as long as I live because I have zero talent and I might as well just give up and do accounting...
I am fortunate in that the thought of actually having to do accounting for all of my life without the saving grace of writing is enough to drive me back to the keyboard and overcome the fear and the bastard editor devil on my shoulder and get back to work. The other saving grace is that this particular character I'm writing is about as kick-ass as they come, no holds barred, going to grab onto life the way she wants to, or at least die trying, in spite of all of the trouble and disasters that brings on.
So, back to work.
Posted by toni at July 5, 2004 10:27 AM