Posted by: Dennie | April 17, 2014

“Remember The Mouse”

So I’ve chosen a genre.

Where do I go from here?

Not up, that’s for sure.

I think a lot of myself. I write and write, then spend hours editing and rewriting. And it’s awesome. I can’t believe how good it sounds. It brings tears to my eyes. I’m so proud.

I take a writing seminar, facilitated by a professional writer and editor. After the session, she offers to review and critique one page from each of the attendees. I’m excited. I know my page is far from perfect, but it’s good. I fire it off and wait.

I stink. She didn’t say so, but  her edits make the page look like a bloody road map. Literally. So many red lines I could barely read my original. My stomach knotted up and my mood took a giant nose dive.

Realistically, I know I’m  a novice with  no formal training, education or experience. One who talks too much and writes the same way.

“Excuse me, madam, your ignorance is showing.”

I’ve had work read by two professionals now, each reciting the same three words.

Show don’t tell.

I thought I had.  How does one do that? Nobody’s showing or telling me.

My husband sent me a “keep your chin up”  email  not too long ago. And when I get into a funk, he reminds me to remember the mouse.

I will.


Remember the mouse






Going back to school isn’t an option right now.



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