I've been this way as long as I can remember. Hell, most of my pictures from childhood show me with tangled (just-woke-up hair) and a sleepy smile. I am just not a perky person, but I'm fine with that. There are enough perky people out there as far as I'm concerned.
Anyway, in reading over the weekend, I realized that there are a lot of things I missed in my finished manuscript. Obvious things that if I hadn't read a couple of novels, I wouldn't have picked up. Crazy. Now I have to sit down with the MS again and add scenes, but it's fine by me. It gives me more time with my baby.
I don't think I'll ever be able to explain to anyone who doesn't write, just how I felt when I finished the first edit. I turned the last page of my manuscript, red pen in hand, and just smiled. I smiled because I LIKE my story. It's funny, it's touching, it's fast. I don't think I've ever written anything so fast before and I mean fast in the action never stops way. It feels...right :)
Anyway, enough of me gabbing about my baby because I was told that I need to learn to accept criticism. What if someone told me my baby was ugly? Would I cry? I don't know. I tend to cry more for happy things than bad things. I'll bawl my eyes out over something positive before I'll cry about something sad. That might have something to do with my naturally pessimistic attitude. If something bad happens, well I knew it was going to happen, yes? But if something good happens, I'm totally unprepared. This is the reason I can never win the lottery or anything like that. I'd cry and cry and people would think I was nothing more than a sap. *sniff*
Is it obvious that I'm writing this blog to keep from opening my MS? It isn't reluctance so much as the laziness I mentioned before. *yawn* I feel another nap coming on.
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