It's done

It's done. Yesterday I spent the entire afternoon going over 'Letting Go of Baggage' making sure there wasn't anything in it that cried out awkward, or incorrect, or unclear, at least as far as I could see. I spent a long time fussing about the format, farting around with headers footers, and margins, ... printing the whole thing off, then seeing something that I missed or didn't have right, and doing the whole thing over again, at least three times.

Finally I was satisfied that what I'm sending off won't be tossed out simply because it doesn't look professional enough, and it won't seem that I don't know what I'm doing because I haven't done it before, ... which is more accurate than the impression I'm wanting to give, but please don't tell anyone I think that way. (Grin)

Sometimes you know, I feel like I'm just play acting. It's all make believe, and my sending off a story is part of the script I need to follow to play my part as a writer. Maybe that's just the way people feel when they do things they aren't sure of but they do them anyway with that 'just do it' attitude.

I'm not so familiar with that attitude that I would recognize how one would feel at that time. I've spent far too much of my life imagining that the outcome of my efforts would be for naught, and so I let my imaginings dictate my actions. But as TF said in a previous post of mine, quoting an age old wisdom, in that short but to the point way of hers: "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Don't live with the thought of "What if, only.." " And I figure, hey, the real rejection of what I've written can't be all that much worse than the imagined one, can it? (Grin)

... So the manuscript is in the mail, and I'll let you know somewhere between April and September how the real stacks up against the imagined. In the mean time though, I've got a part to play, and in keeping with the script, I'm suppose to write more stories, and possibly find places to send them off to, and just keep on keeping on, because, well, that's what writers do.