I haven’t blogged in a while due to a crazy working week. It’s been a while since I’ve had such an intense schedule and I feared I would be a little ring-rusty and unable to rise to the challenge. Practice makes perfect and lack of it feeds the monster of self-doubt that is always lurking, waiting to pounce and crush my fragile confidence. So, it was with some trepidation that I entered the fray last week.
Thankfully it all went well. I (think) I rose to the occasion as my training clicked into gear and I donned my working persona. Confident, decisive, self-assured. I may have been trembling inside but to the outside world all was well and in hand. Come Friday I could look back on a job well done and head home back to my neglected writing and blogging responsibilities. Which brings me full circle again…
A week is a long time to be away from a manuscript, especially one at an advanced stage. Could I pick up again the golden literary thread that would lead me through the darkness to the end of the story? My latest book is in its final edit before being forwarded to my loyal army of beta readers. I need it to be as perfect as possible and that means dotting every ‘I’ and crossing every ‘t.’
Confidence is an elusive creature. It can be as solid as a slab of rock or trickle through your fingers like grains of sand on a beach. It is fickle and furtive in equal measure and can carry you to fresh glory or crush you into a blubbering mess. I’m hoping I can pick up the editing baton and carry it to the finish line of this latest draft. How close are you to your own finishing line? Let me know by commenting below.