OK. I graduated from college May 15, 2009. Late-blooming seems to be my forte.
OK. I wrote a novel and enjoyed a successful oral defense. I sent it to a publisher and paid $20 for a reader to critique it. And I got it back, rejected, but with a critique highlighted with the statement, "This is an important story that needs to be told."
Several weeks ago I met my project director, Patti, and my other writing mentor/friend, Maureen for lunch.
"Put it away for a while. Start working on something new," Patti advised.
"A year?" Could I have heard her right?
"Even Stephen King says he puts his work aside for a year before he looks at it again."
OK. It's the waning days of August, four months after the oral defense...five months since I turned in my project to my committee.
"What about the other one?" Patti asked. "The other one I read part of."
She referred to the novel, the first four chapters of which I included in my creative writing portfolio.
Maybe she's right. So, OK. I have pulled out that manuscript--never did finish it, but that doesn't matter. I can finish it now. I am starting at the beginning. And I'll be writing about this process as I go through it.
Oh, yes, I also am writing some short stories to submit to competitions and markets. Seems that I have a lot to say right now, particularly about aging, and even more particularly, a parent's Alzheimer's.
(c) 2009 Cathy Thomas Brownfield