Very erratic ebbs and flow of progress in the creative journey. Recent romantic journeys to Bulgaria have proved balm to the soul. Wandering the historic sites and the unspoilt countryside, attending folk festivals and being welcomed to village barbecues have forced me to reevaluate my priorities and question my drive to write for publication.
Returning home, I found my novel was back from the Romantic Novelists' Association reader whose crit was full of positive and helpful advice. The initial enthusiasm to progress was instantly dampened by a fierce crit from one of my very helpful critique group. The new chapter bored him rigid. Such is life.
I have found a new and enthusiastic interest in procrastination.
This has come at the ideal time with the rerunning of the 60-Day Experiment --David Perdew's spiritual take on making money. Now can these two ever go together? I suppose they should but simplistic is never what it seems.
Off to write my thankyou letters for my Bulgarian holiday and my anonymous RNA reader who never once whimpered with boredom reading through my work. (Wish I could say the same.) A saint indeed.
