Confidence

I’ve been writing a lot of “Quest” blog posts recently, so I thought I’d change it up a little bit this week and chat about something that’s been much on my mind.

Confidence.

One of the things that’s surprised me a little about this past year has been the recognition of just how fragile confidence can be, and how easily it can slip through our fingers.

Confidence is vital on so many levels – physical, mental, emotional. In my case, a good deal of my life changed in a very short amount of time. I knew it would be difficult to find my way again, but I didn’t realize how much the sudden changes would impact my confidence regarding my dreams and hopes for the future.

Starting to Wake Up Again

When we last left Betsy, she was actually moving forward in her Quest. She was medicated and motivated.

But then March happened, and everything changed.

Now things are quiet. But is this just a healing sleep? Or is it a sleep that will last for a lot longer? Will Betsy ever wake up again? The Muse has decided to take matters into her own hands.

Let’s see what’s going on…

Fighting Against “Only” and “Just”

I’ve been feeling rather downhearted lately.  Some of this is due to writerly things, and some of it is due to other challenges.  I have been asking myself—again—whether or not there’s a point to struggling and fighting to move forward when it never seems to make any difference.

As one of my relatives said to me, years ago, “I don’t know why you keep trying. You never get anywhere anyway.”

She was talking about my long journey to get my college degree, but those words have been front and center in my mind over the last couple of days.

Ruminations and Reflections

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness…

Charles Dickens
A Tale of Two Cities

2017 was one heck of a year.  One heck of a freaking year. For me, it was a year of loss and a year of joy. As Mr. Dickens says above, it was a year of wisdom and a year of foolishness.

Head Above Water

When last we left Betsy, she had just sent her most recent book off to the editor and first readers for editing and first reading, respectively.  For those of you who care, this means Betsy’s scheduling and timing are for crap, since those tasks really should be done in order, as opposed to simultaneously.  Which means Betsy will have a heck of a mess on her hands when she tries to sort it all out later.

But is that not the story of Betsy’s life?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Like Pulling Teeth

I love writing.  If I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t keep doing it.  But as you know in your own lives, sometimes love isn’t all fairy sparkles and pixie dust—sometimes it’s something a lot more jagged.

It’s the same way with writing.  People often expect that writing is easy.  Most of us know how to write somewhat competently, we all tell stories, so writing a novel has to be like sunshine and moonbeams.  Especially something as “simple” as a romance novel. You think of a story, and you write it down.  Boom!