‘Scuse me while I buff these nails of mine

Remember that muddle the other day, that self doubt that plagued me for an entire day?  I’ve been trying to figure out where the hell that came from. 
It was confusion -vs- pessimism -vs- optimism -vs a Gary Larson moment. 

Pure and simple.Those of you familiar with The Far Side know this cartoon well. I’m usally the cheesburger guy, so mellow I miss the excitement. 

That being said, once I got back to looking for the pickles on my cheesburger, I was thrilled when my critique partner left me this message:
I’ve just finished reading [chapter]11. It’s fantastic. I don’t know how you do it and you’re driving me nuts… Honestly how you turned that scene into a great fight was simply masterful. Well done. I loved it.

Oh yes, boy howdy mama, my ego is back in full greasy-cheeseburgerdom with a side of fries!

 Now all I have to do is actually eat beef. 

The point is, maybe I’ll never know where that panic came from. So why waste time looking for a why? I just need to keep writing…and maybe primp a little in front of the mirror for the book jacket photo.

Was that the sound of my big head exploding?  


Wasn’t it grand?

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