You’ve gotta suck to improve…this morning’s post from my secondary blog…unedited…

 It’s two in the morning here, rain pelts my cabin’s tin roof. My pup, Chunkers, is underneath his blanket softly snoring, and I can’t help but think, “that’s what I should be doing.” Ah well, as the old saying goes, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Then, I’m sure I’ll complain that all I do is sleep.

Last year, I had a super productive year as a writer. I wrote seven murder mysteries, and two complete stories. This year, I have completed my first novel, written one murder mystery, and completed two informal edits of completed works.

Why do I feel as if I have completely mucked up the works?

There are a couple of contests I hope to participate in this year. Both are in July. I had an opportunity last weekend to submit a piece of writing, but I don’t trust myself to put it out there for people to judge it. July is looming like my own personal Everest. 

How do people do it? By that I mean, how does one have faith that their work is going to stand up against the scrutiny of others and not wilt under the fervent heat of their criticism? I don’t know, I just have to man up (so to speak) and suck, I guess.

That’s the only to get better, or so ‘they’ say.

So, here’s to sucking and hoping that they’re right. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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