I am my own worst enemy. I know I'm pretty much there, my manuscript is in great shape, I've gone through and made necessary changes and gotten great feedback, but something is holding me back. It's not the manuscript itself, because I'm pretty proud of where Fire and Ice stands, but the doubt. For the last week I've been ho-humming around the real issue, the fear of the unknown. I have no clue what's going to happen next, and the unfinished part of my story is in the hands of agents who don't even know me, and probably won't read more than a few pages of my manuscript. Which is why I've been staring at same pages over and over again, tweaking passages, changing words, only to change them back again.
I decided a long time ago that no matter what happened, writing is a part of me that I can't shut off. No . Matter. What. Whether I get published or not, I can't quit it. Even if I'm not physically typing away at the laptop, my head is in a different place, and that's never going to change. I just wish I knew what was going to happen. Would it be nice if the future was set in stone and we knew exactly what was coming. But unfortunately, life is always changing, so are the paths we tread. I may need a push to help me over the edge of no return.