Curb Your Enthusiasm

I'm pretty sure all my passion/enthusiasm for writing got sucked up by my fitness routine. My writing has flagged. My stories garner only my passing interest, but start talking to me about diet and exercise and OMG I could gab for HOURS.

Now, before you accuse me of buying into the New Year's Resolution Hype, I've been pretty health-conscious for  the past few months (pre-wedding, even). It drives my darling husband a bit crazy (he cannot, for the life of him, understand why I want to try to kill myself with P90X every night...and he's a Marine). But, thinking on it, I guess I've always been shy when it comes to talking about what I'm working on writing-wise. I have my moments when I've gotten super excited and can't SHUT UP but most of the time I'm pretty reserved. I'm still that little girl on the outskirts of the playground hoping someone notices me and wants to play, but too afraid to go ask someone myself.

Yeah, I know it's silly.

Also, I have several short stories out on submission and I'm afraid to blab about them because I don't know if I'd be breaking some obscure (or not so obscure) publishing rule. So, I'm zipping it.

But I guess I could tell you what stories I have out...maybe? Mmkay. Well, I have a zombie story on submission (craps, forgot to check on that one's status!), a sci-fi story out on submission and whole pile of rejections.

But the funny thing about those rejections? They don't sting so much for short stories. Not sure why. Maybe because they are more like my stepchildren. Sure, I care for them, coddle them, guide them through their teenage angst, but I'm more than willing to boot them out of the house when they come of age. My novels, however, are my babies. It breaks my heart to think of someone NOT loving them (as they obviously did NOT love FURY (another story for another time)). So, I'll admit I'm a bit timid  and not sure if I'm altogether ready for another novel submission. And I have realized that, if anything, you NEED to be SURE that your baby (novel) is ready to fly.

I need to distance myself from them a bit before I can throw them from the nest, I guess.

So I apologize if I'm coming across as lets than enthusiastic about writing. I'm still enthusiastic, I'm just being a bit more secretive about it.