I love to sit back and watch the energy flow among you as you give and receive critiques. Thank you for another round of loveliness. Entrants, I hope you're coming away with some solid gems to help you along your writing/revision path for these projects.
Word of advice that I should probably say more often: Let the comments marinate for a while before implementing anything. If you have a printer, print them out and tuck them away for a couple of days. Or swipe them into a document to read later. Responding swiftly to a critique may not yield the results you need.
I've got to tell you that I actually gushed about you during my job interview last Friday. As serendipity would have it, the gal who interviewed me was also a writer. As in, fiction. You can imagine the immediate connection that happened. When I began to explain my revelation about the relationship between "voice" (in novel writing) and copywriting, she nodded her head as I spoke. She's one of us--she gets it.
So she also understood me when I spoke of the writing community and how it's truly one of the best groups of folks I've ever been a part of--not only here, but in so many varied places across the Internet. I probably sound like some sort of bloated Mother Hen when I talk about you, but I can't help it. I'm proud of who you are, and I'm blessed to be among you.
I haven't heard anything this week, interview-wise. That could mean anything or it could mean nothing, but there you have it. I'm thinking it might mean that someone else floated to the top. But this whole process is so outside my daily experience that I really have no idea. (Anyone care to enlighten me?) At any rate, the next (final) step would be an interview with the CEO. Which would make me ten times more nervous than I was last Friday.
One thing I've noticed in my life in the past month or so is that I've been dropping balls. And I am NOT a ball dropper. Seriously forgetting things--like needing to bring something important with me, or remembering a scheduled meeting, or making an appointment. (Well, okay. I majorly procrastinate appointment-making as a general rule, so that one probably doesn't count.)
I'm hating this. I'm hating the feeling that I'm dropping things and leaving holes and presenting myself as scattered. I may be a tad hasty, but I'm not scattered. Not generally. Mr. A says it's because I have a lot on my mind. Well, other than the job thing, I'm not sure what "a lot" means.
There is my birthday a week from today, which is one of the ends-in-zero birthdays that makes you reevaluate your whole stinkin' life. So there's that. It's the birthday-I-hoped-to-be-published-before. And I'm not. So I've had to deal with that.
Probably I just need a lot more chocolate. Yeah, that must be it!
But it's all good. I've decided to celebrate my birthday for the entire weekend, which is a bit out of character for me, too. Life is such a gift, though, so I've decided to stay in my thankful place and simply rejoice that I'm here. That I live and breathe and have something to offer, no matter how small.
Also? Last night I had
Happy writing, happy weekend, and hugs to you all!