The hardest belief in the world to cultivate is the belief in your own power and worth.
It’s amazing how many reasons I have come up with in the past month in order to avoid working on the now finished novel. I’ve caught myself wallowing in self doubt and pity, when I should have been actively pursuing literary agents or prodding my beta readers to get through more of the story, but I didn’t. I used excuses, reasons that I made myself believe for the moment, and they’ve only served to keep my dream at bay for that much longer.
So far, I’ve contacted three agents who I will probably not hear back from, and I’ve even started on the second book in the series in an attempt to kick-start the drive to work again. The new real job is a definite variable as well, and it’s been tilting my balance quite a bit, but I think that going forward, it will only serve to support my efforts. Things are changing for the better, always.
