So the ms is at two contests, two agents, and a publisher. I am working on the next one, and continuing to polish and edit the first one. While I love writing, it is another form of work. You do a whole lot in the trenches for the few moments of exhiliration when someone wants to read more of it or says something nice about it.
A famous writer (Hemingway?) said something to the effect that “writing is easy. You just open a vein and bleed on the page.”
Yeah. And even if it is a “bodice ripper”, I bleed over it. The thing is, I am just masochistic enough to enjoy the pain.