I am a stay-at-home mom. However, I must qualify that because I am mostly a stay-at-home mom. As some of you know, I still work a couple times a month as a cardiac nurse on phone triage. (I used that nursing degree to put my husband through school, but now that he's done I am much happier spending my time with him.)
Today, while working, I identified a particular type of patient. (This has to do with writing. I promise.) This is the I'll-keep-trying-til-I-LIKE-what-you-say patient. These are the patients that call back multiple times, hoping to speak to different people until they hear an answer that they like. (Usually one that doesn't involve changing their medications or undergoing a procedure.)
Sometimes they like to go to more than one practice until they find a doctor that will look at the same test results, but say something different...something like, "No, you DON'T need surgery." I mean, who doesn't like that answer?
They are the patients I offer advice to and then they disagree. I have to ask, (to myself, but okay sometimes not to myself) "Why did you call me then?"
Here is my analogy: (Have you figured it out yet?) I am trying to prep myself for criticism. When my book is good enough to be looked at by somebody else (fear and dread) then I need to be prepared to receive feedback I don't like. I need to find the people that will be honest and not just feed me the "answers" I want.
Example of answer I like: "You are the next Stephenie Meyer and Eron is the next Edward."
Example of answer I don't like: "I don't get it."
And I'm excited because I'm part of a writer's group now! (More later.) So girls, you gotta let me know if I my manuscript needs some serious cardiac intervention.
Incidentally, today is a very proud day for me, as I am the first ever to be awarded with the Evil-Eye Award. Kasie. What will she think of next?
Oh yes, and I have given much thought to the whole no-music-in-my-life thing. I think I will try harder to play more music because I know that it lowers my blood pressure, brings peace of mind, and maybe even heightens my creativity. So today I put in one of my husband's CDs while driving with my son. I asked my son if he liked it, and he said, "Mommy, stop talking." I've been trumped...by Artist-I-don't-know.