Holiday Time

Right now Josh and I are sitting in Auckland Airport waiting for our flight to Sydney to board. We're there for ten days and then back in New Zealand in a (hopefully) sunny location before diving into 2011.

So often the magnitude of a year is determined by the number of "significant" events that it contained. Mine has head a few - got married, bought a house, changed jobs. All good things. All FREAKING scary things! I am now attached to another human being for LIFE, attached to a bank for 20 YEARS and switched to a job with NO job security.

And I found myself meandering around the writing wilderness, wondering if one (semi) decent story was all I have in me.

After what anyone would probably call a dream first writers' conference, in which both an agent and an editor requested proposals, I guess that maybe I'd thought I was getting somewhere. One superfast rejection and one no reply later it was back to before square one. No longer did I have a clean shiny new manuscript to send in, but rather one that has been roundly rejected and nowhere left to be sent.

And no Plan B.

So this Christmas, along with all of the usual things, I'm saying a big prayer for some inspiration because I really don't want to be one of those wannabe writers who gives up because her first attempt at a manuscript didn't find its way to fame and glory (or even an editor who kind of liked it a little).