I know lots of people have Critique Partners. Writing groups. People they check-in with on a daily/weekly basis.
I don't have that.
Do I envy it? Yep. Sure do. But part of me is also relieved. I'm scared to get somebody or a group of somebodies who don't GET me. Not my writing. Not my warped sense of humor. None of that.
I don't collaborate with anyone for the same reason. I don't know if I'm able to mesh with someone in order to finish a book. Somehow, I doubt it.
I don't have beta readers who read my works before I submit them. I don't have people in my family that give a rat's ass about what I write. And they sure don't stand in line for a chance to read it.
I understand about my Mom and the erotica thing. *laughing* I'm cutting the woman some slack. Those two just don't go together. Nevah.
And people are busy. Why would I impose my literary works on someone who doesn't want to read them? I wouldn't. I don't.
Don't get me wrong. I don't feel sorry for myself. Hell. *grinning* Who has the time?
It's just a fact.
And speaking of time...I don't have much of that, either. And I don't want to get into a writer's relationship where I can't give as good as I get. Because right now, I can't. I do good to deal with myself and the fourteen million stories running through my head.
I don't play well with others. But I'm glad for those of you who do.
Update: Up to 4000 words on the Christmas Candy Anthology story. I should write at least another couple thousand today. Finish tomorrow. Edit Friday. I think I'm going to have a title change before it's all said and done.
3 months ago