After much indecision, wavering and stalling, I decided not to go to the writing conference in October. As I sat down to compose a post about my reasons, I found a similar post I'd already written and posted three years ago. THREE YEARS ago.
I realized that I have no choice. I try not to accept excuses from my kids and it is time to stop allowing them, myself. I am going to the conference. Part of my hesitation was that my draft isn't "ready." But is much closer than it was last year (when I said it wasn't "ready.") It is not perfect. Of course, if it was perfect, I wouldn't need feedback.
So I have submitted pages for critique. I signed up for a pitch session and query session, as well.
So now you know. And now, I have to go revise other pages and forget that I have already sent some to complete strangers before I curl up into the fetal position and start sucking my thumb.