The alphabet is a journey of 26 letters...
Each letter begins a new story...
Today it's "H's" turn.
So after hanging up from my sister…
I made a large Kahlua and cream…
Grabbed my manuscript…
And plunked down on the couch.
After scanning the first few pages…
Of Alice the editor’s red penned notes…
I sighed, grabbed my glass…
Took a mouthful of the creamy elixir…
And gave up!
I gave up feeling sorry for myself…
I gave up feeling like a loser.
I gave up thinking I was perfect...
I gave up my ego.
I mean, Gee?
Why did I think just because I created a good story…
That it automatically made me a good writer?
That I didn’t have to pay dues…
To learn this craft...
Like every other published author?
And besides…
Alice did have encouraging comments…
“Chapter 20 is a page-turner. I couldn’t go to sleep
till I found out what happened to Mira.”I downed two more Kahlua and creams…
(yeah, I’m a lush)
While I skimmed the rest of the manuscript.
I then decided I’d digest it all again in detail tomorrow.
The next morning when I woke up I…
OMG!
Had such a...
Ah, ah, ah...
That’s for “H” to tell you the rest.
Always, Em-Musing
