My writing is kind of like a relationship, one second I'm in love with it and the next we can't exist in the same room. I'm madly in love as I see all of its strengths. The next moment I hate every aspect of it, especially the quirky bits. The parts that make it unique I wind up criticizing over and over again. Without those parts though what would make it stand out? What would be left to love? It's an endless cycle as I go through edits. One draft after another; polished until it's smooth and gleaming.
Finally, it becomes like a child you send off into the world to be rejected over and over again until it finds its place.
Ultimately though, it's me out there, my talent, my skill, my experience. Once more, I'm going out into the world to be rejected again and again until I find my place; it's scary and thrilling.
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