So, I've honestly been sitting around the last couple of weeks being the star of my own self-pity party. Each obstacle in my life that I thought I could tackle with grace has crashed and burned in front of me. It pulled out the frayed rug from beneath me, and I've been floundering, folks.
Query interest: still a goose egg.
Malpractice suit: in limbo.
Job security: not so much.
Steady income: if every two months is considered steady.
Welcome to the Recession, I guess. I was doing pretty good until November and thought I was to be on track by last Monday, but things in my world have a way of coming to naught.
BUT NO LONGER.
To the people who said, "Start something new!"... I laughed at you. I thought it was a ridiculous notion that the story I've been laboring over for years could suddenly be swept aside by inspiration elsewhere.
Yet my Fairymuse Mother has visited me. She dropped TWO story ideas in my lap yesterday morning, quite out of the blue while I sat taking notes at work. I wasn't even THINKING about writing and then BAM. Two totally different fantasy worlds, plots, obstacles, and even tones. One is humorous and the other is tragic. One is third person and the other is... shock of shocks... first person. I normally hate first person, but I've got this voice in my head that INSISTS I tell it from his uninformed perspective.
So life is... okay, not good, but notably better. I hope to be back to my nonsourpuss self in no time.