Well, it seems I’m turning an old, unsold romance into a new, unsold-to-be romance.
Yes, that is an utter lack of confidence you’re detecting.
However, the absence of conviction has zero to do with the quality of my recycle. I’m frankly ecstatic over how the overhaul is turning out.
My faith dwindles at the selling bit.
I’m just not in the mood yet to chase publishers down. Zero enthusiasm for the hunt. Nada.
I’m trusting the fire will return once the loss of my 17-year old muse is little less fresh.
So, until that passion reignites, I’ll keep myself warm tucked within my own words. There’ll be no cold toes on this girl.