Today I'm sad. One of my critique partners is quiting. Not just the group but writing all together so it seems. I hate to lose a valuable crit partner who always offered great insight, but I hate to see a dream die even more. And her departure and decision to stop somehow makes me feel vulnerable because she is every bit as good of a writer as myself. Maybe better.
I've told numerous people that writing is part of who I am. That I will never quit regardless of what becomes of my novels. This morning I find myself wondering if my now former critique partner ever said the same thing. I still view her as a friend and I always will, but I today I feel like a kid who just found the receipts for for the new bike Santa gave him in his dad's wallet.
Reading over what I've written I realize that I have made it sound like rejection and the difficult task of writing has made her throw in the towel. Actually here are many factors such as health and time, that led her to this decision. She never mentioned discouragement as a reason, but every writer has felt the cold shadowy sensation of doubt once or twice. What hit me hardest was the fact that she had simply lost the passion.
Now that I've depressed every one of you let's move on to Two Line Tuesday. First fro my weeks reading ...
Los Chimichangosrolled Skippitoup snung as a bug and began to chant, "Muchas gracias, Skippy-dippy-dango, Bye Bobble-ito, boogie-woogie tango, Muchos poochos, licky-sticky mango, Gozo bozo, chimi-chimi-chango." And they carried the purr-ito all the way back to his room.
That comes from my boys favorite book at the moment Skippyjon Jones in The Dog House by Judy Schachner. If you've never heard of the Skippyjon Jones books they are about a Siamese cat that thinks he is a chihuahua and they are quite hilarious for kids and the adults who read them aloud.
And while I am still tweaking my query letter for Plundered Booty, here is a bit from the way it now stands. Though I am far from satisfied with either the query or the last few chapters.
Plundered Booty is a modern day pirate story that spans from the red dirt of Oklahoma, to the white sands of the Caribbean. Like many a tale it is about love ... love and lust, Caribbean rum and brand new automobiles, blatant lies and plundered dreams.
Don't forget to check out the wondrous Women of Mystery blog since they are the originators of Two Line Tuesday.
So tell me, ever take a closer look at your own dreams when someone else throws in the towel. Ever read a Skippyjon Jones book? Like a a good pirate tale? What about a love story? Are you lusting after somebody or something right now? Inquiring minds want to know.