La Vie Boheme

I can't let it go

I haven't written anything on Exile's Daughter this morning because I can't let go of the story I wrote yesterday. I've spent the morning posting reviews over on Zoetrope so I could submit it for review there. (You have to review five stories for every story submitted, and I was a couple short.)

I suppose it's okay to spend some time rejoicing. Honestly, "One Song Before I Go" is the best thing I've finished. Ever. I think I keep looking at it because I still can't believe it came from my brain. It's the sort of story, that if it were written by someone else, I'd read and be envious. I never do this. I like stuff I've written, I'm protective of it, but I'm never in awe of it.

That's what scares me. I showed it to and last night because I desperately needed another set of eyes (or two, or three, or a thousand) to see it and confirm that I'm not imagining things. Julie and Dawn did the reassurance thing very very well. I felt better. I just keep thinking, "Now what?"

What's wrong with me? I bitch when I write something bad, then I freak out when I write something good. Grar.