where's my ship?

yesterday i had a million topics i wanted to write about, or rather rant about, but today i feel a bit like a space cadet coasting through the morning sans much sleep. yesterday i could've written a dissertation on my intense dislike of the USPS and how i believe they are illiterate pirates. i could've written about how senior citizens seem to revert to infantile tendencies. i could've written about how frustrating it is to pick up a hard cover book by a past favorite author only to realize within the first 10 pages that he has broken several "no-no's" i have been taught at writer conferences on craft. but, yesterday is yesterday and today i am in la-la land as a little man is lying on the floor of my office waving his arms and legs. since i am not babylingual, i do not know what he is saying ... but i can likely figure most things out. anyway, i have one story i am in the middle of writing, another one i am trying to edit for the gabillionth time, only i'm finding myself - loving the f word today - frustrated in the path to publication. not a bad frustration - just a frustrated frustration that you get close to having your finger on the nail only to have it slide off as if someone has laced it with butter. one day you think you just need to find an editor, the next day you think you need to find an agent ... depending on the market, you may have to go to a conference just to communicate with either or - and the closest conference may be states away. and i go back to the crappy book i just started reading that makes me scratch my head - how did it get published? the first six pages were on the setting of the story - a U.S. city. sorry, i got bored after one page, and since i've been to this city, i really didn't need all the background info. it's just frustrating to keep up with the changing market, to do all the research, then add on top of that the craft itself of writing and editing ....

but

it's what i love. guess i'm allowed a lazy day, especially after a night sans sleep, but i know i'll have to buckle down tomorrow, or the next day, and do some work. one thing i have learned is that this road is a slow-traveling one and writers must have patience. i keep telling myself that there must be the mother ship of all deals out there for me because i have been patient a long time.

here's till my ship comes in ...