Good after Bad

I’ve decided to tweak the rejected “Blue.” I would hate to see all that work go to waste, so I’m scraping off what was deemed unsuccessful and bulking up what was declared good. If done properly, it should take about 6 weeks to give it new life.

So, the question is… Am I throwing good money after bad?

I don’t know.

I guess we’ll see come September. Now, back to the scraping.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Hard Decision

Hard decision time. Here are the facts:

The new meds my psychiatrist has put me on to hopefully beat back my obsessive worrying are expensive.

While I’m assured by my family that my idea of “expensive” will not be a problem at all, it is one heck of a problem for my brain which scrimps and saves obsessively every half-penny.

Here’s the quandary: Do I abandon full-time work on The Hushing Days to parse out valuable hours to short stories in genre romance that pay fifty dollars here and there? Or do I put all my eggs in my 18^th novel’s basket?

My dumb, stupid, foolish head has beaten itself up over this the last days. It’s been ugly and exhausting and I really, really hate this OCD-thing I’ve got going on up there.

*sighs*

Hard decision was finally made yesterday.

If the publishing world has seen fit to put to print 17 of my novels, I’m going to trust that they will see fit to put to print one more.

I will not turn back from this decision.

I will not.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Pennies in the Grass

Should one stoop to pick up pennies or stand tall (and broke) in search of the rare half-dollar?

Most up-and-coming writers have to face this quandary at some point. I, for instance, am nose to nose with it at the moment, and I’m feeling darn uncomfortable about the whole confrontation.

After a year of seeing hardly any new money coming in (i.e. only old royalties on genre romance from small publishing houses), after a year of spending virtually every writing moment trying to dig up that first 50-center (I.e. mainstream romancer, i.e. The Hushing Days), the abandoned pennies are looking pretty shiny right now.

If only one could live off pennies, I’d gladly spend my time scooping them up.

But life requires at least the occasional half-dollar. (Rumor has it that once you find your first, the second and third are a little easier to come by.)

Yep, feeling darn uncomfortable standing nose to nose with this old dilemma.

Darn uncomfortable.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe