Used to be that at the completion of each draft of each book, I'd go into a three-day emotional hell that I referred to as POST-DRAFT NERVOUS BREAKDOWN.
This was like an amplifed version of coming out of a movie into bright daylight: *light too bright
*sounds too loud
*real world appears badly managed and in need of a wash
*irritants become infuriating
Fortunately, I seem to have gotten over that.
This weekend, I surprised myself with a writerly emotional phenomenon that I'd forgotten: AGENT-LOVES-MY-BOOK JITTERS.
As I boasted in my last post, my agent reported Thursday that she's quite keen on my novel. She's enthusiastically sending it out.
So this weekend, I spent much of Saturday BERATING MYSELF for:
*being too fat (false)
*being out of shape (somewhat true)
*wasting a lot of time (mostly not true)
*house in a perpetual mess (mostly true)
*berating myself (true)
Of course, I barely thought about the novel and its future at all.
On Sunday came STAGE 2 of the jitters:
*mind calm
*painfully tense neck
Still no thought of book going out this week to editors.
Today, Monday: So far so good, which will likely continue. Working tends to distract me, which is a damn good thing.
Monday, May 08, 2006
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