Physical Limitations, Personal Regressions

A visit to the doctor, multiple vials of blood drawn, a referral I have to call in, an appt. with the nutritionist I have to make, another one of those disgusting glucose tolerance tests to take… no wisdom yet on why I’ve been so unseasonably worn out. The best part of my doctor’s visit, though, was her genuine excitement over my novel that’s coming out this September. We’ll get you in shape for September, she promised. She’s usually so no-nonsense and serious, so her reaction about the book news was pretty cool. The worst part of the doctor’s visit was agreeing to a random tetanus shot—simply because I haven’t had one in a long while—and, man, does my arm still hurt two days later! I have no idea why I said yes. Another example of how I am too easily talked into things. OW.

In the meantime, I’m just dragging myself around, piecing together my novel, sometimes on paper with an actual pen—it seems to help—plus spending much time flattened on the couch, two rejections so far from my latest batch of short story submissions… loads more to go. Maybe an acceptance, if the stars align just right? One can hope.

I’ve been reading a friend’s incredible manuscript; I’m amazed at the depths to his imagination. Where does this stuff come from, and how does he eke it out? I feel like my own imagination is so limited, so tied up tight with what I’ve only seen. I need to open myself up more, become a better writer.

Not to mention a faster writer. Another friend is sending me the first draft of her novel that I swear she just started a few months ago. In awe of her. Not to mention that I think the idea for this novel is truly brilliant—talk about high-concept—and the first chunk of pages I read really floored me. I can’t even be jealous. Just happy to get a sneak peek!

And, in the interests of full disclosure, I will tell you: I saw the Twilight movie at long last. And I get it now. I get it.

That is all.

Now to drag my aching de-tetanused arm off to work. The weekend is soon approaching and I am hoping for enough energy to attack this novel with ferocity like a, ummm, sparkly brooding vampire boyfriend intent to avenge you… oh, shutting up now. 😉

6 responses to “Physical Limitations, Personal Regressions”

  1. UL says:

    “two rejections so far from my latest batch of short story submissions… loads more to go. Maybe an acceptance, if the stars align just right? One can hope.”

    How many total rejections have you collected this year?

  2. nova says:

    My, what a dangerous question! So far in 2009 not too many rejections yet at all… but that’s only because it’s been forever since I’ve had anything out on submission. Watch this space later this year…

  3. thesapientpig says:

    Oh no I’m just going to have to see it now too – damn it! x

  4. Cindy says:

    I found the link to your blog on another blog…that’s how I landed here. I have been reading through it recently and am really enjoying your honest, well-wrought insights into the writing life.

    Reading the above post, I just have to say: try not to compare yourself to other writers…not to their imagination, not to their speed in writing. That kind of stuff will, um, wear you out. I can see, in some of the posts I’ve read here, that you have an amazing work ethic and obvious skill (which is why you’ve got a novel coming out in September). Trust in your own level of imagination, your own speed…

    I hope you feel better soon.

  5. Cindy says:

    oops..think i forgot the email part

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