Shaking The Dust Off

borrowed from www.guardian.co.uk

It has been a very long time since I've sat here and blogged about writing.  This is largely in part to some very simple, and very silly, reasons.

First, I would like to blame work and how my life has gotten to be so very, very busy, but in fact that's not a reason at all.  It's more that I let my work find time to detract me from getting here to maintain a living journal.

Second, I will proclaim that intimidation is a factor.  I've never enjoyed receiving rejection letters.  I know that not everyone is an acceptable story or idea, but still, it's very hard not to take a rejection personal--at the moment.  I've been told by friends that you grow numb after a while, but still, it hurts for the time being and it tends to shut me down for a week or two.

However, this past week I sent out a query letter or three.  This time, instead of trying to sell myself I decided to be honest.  I decided to approach literary agents with my hand out and trying to showcase who I am as a writer rather than a product I have created.  I decided to put my skills on display rather than a product that I have no clue if it is good enough on its own merits, but--maybe my merits will be enough.

So, here I am shaking off the dust to my blog.  I need to reconnect and redirect my efforts.  I need to put a focus once more on my art.

In short, I need to be me again.