Pace

 Today I woke up ready. Ever have those days? Where you know you won’t stop. So you actually never do. After I put the baby down for her nap, I started my laps. Pacing laps. Some days my nervous energy is too much so I write and pace around the den noting the grit under my feet more than usual. I could stop and sweep it all up but I prefer to just walk through it on days like today. Sort of like walking over glass, those crumbs are teaching me something. Right? 

Today I have reason to pace. Another competition. I love the knots they bring. I savor how these writing challenges force me to laser focus on each word I have written. Todays is a special kind of torture. I post my book pitch on Twitter and if an agent or publisher likes it, I send it off to them. I can get rejected, or I can have hope and then get rejected. How could I say no? This goes from midnight to midnight. I have three chances to post my pitch. 


Now, I pace. But maybe first I’ll just sweep up a bit.

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