Oh, please. As I read that here once more, I can (as I did in March 2018) yet again feel an urge coming on to bash my head down on my desk repeatedly. For if her “time-travel”-based tale is “historical fiction”…
We decided to do it on the spur of the moment. On Tuesday, we booked a hotel and reserved a ferry there and back. On Thursday, we headed from Dover to Calais to have a night away not far from Calais, in Boulogne-sur-Mer.
“I keep getting rejected, so my writing can’t be good enough.”
Uh, not necessarily; and, in fact, that is probably decidedly NOT so.
If criticism of your writing goes with the authoring territory, it may drive you bananas when someone lectures you as to why you have written that novel and what you mean by what is in it.
After doing this four times previously I have come to learn this is always that moment where I feel I have finally achieved something tangible.
I admit I have never so had the s-it scared out of me as I have felt at times since March. I did not even feel the same about my father’s 2014 heart failure (from which he recovered), or even my mother’s and my uncle’s deaths in 2015. These have been the most unsettling weeks in my life.
What was a year ago often a formless mess that also existed in parts only in my head, now is nearly all on the (almost 600) pages.
“What do you think of Meghan?” I was recently asked by a woman barber. “She’s a harmless actor now playing the role of a lifetime,” I chuckled…
Flying within the US, that classic novel got me, uh, “in trouble” – twice.
I can’t really offer up replies to them quite as the questions are asked. But I suppose I can offer some general personal takeaways based on nearly six years of doing this now. I think I have learned lots I did not know in 2013.
Following Yellowstone, we had headed to the incredible Tetons…
The real reason we are here in the US: my niece and nephew wanted to go to Yellowstone Park. Months ago, we said, “Sure.”
To my fellow Americans, wherever you are in the world, Happy Independence Day. 🙂
History is all around in England. I feel almost foolish; that I should have known this, but somehow I had missed it. I’m at least glad I discovered it now… rather than later.
I realized yesterday that my previous post might mistakenly lead anyone new here to believe that I write novels only of two centuries ago and three-cornered cocked hats on gentleman and bonnets on ladies…