As readers might know from reading my last post, my trusty vehicle was in an accident this last week and now totaled. This is a new experience for me. First the actual wreck, the dealing with insurance and rental car details and now the hard part. Shopping around for a replacement. This is not fun at all.
Since I need the money from the insurance to purchase or at least pay down on the replacement, I am sort of at a standstill until said money arrives. In the meantime, the clock is ticking on having to return my rental. Can you feel the suspense building? I sure can. My heart races just thinking about it. Which will happen first? Where will I be when the clock stops?
I sure don’t know and it’s my life unfolding before my eyes. Scary stuff that one day will make it into my writing in some form.
But for now it is affecting it in a most unusual way. A crossover effect I had not expected.
I have on my desk a pile of places in which to submit pieces. Short stories, poems, novels to contests, publishers, agents and magazines. Normally it is not a hard process to figure out what matches where nicely. Check the guidelines and line up matches and off they go.
However, what I am finding now, quite unexpectedly, is the concerns I am having with the whole buy a car before the rental runs out but make sure it’s a good car (whoo! what a fret) are causing me to doubt the placement of my work as well.
Should I submit? Should I hold it? This is a good place to try, but which piece is best? This should not be a hard decision, but I swear lately it’s got me over wrought. To the point of just about placing my entire writing/submitting/entering life on hold until the vehicle suspense is worked out.
Who would have ever dreamed something like shopping for a replacement vehicle would creep into every day decisions like the ones we writers face each day?