Technically speaking tomorrow is the Queen's birthday - in this case Queen Victoria and the rhyme we heard growing up was:
The 24th of May is the Queen's Birthday
If we don't get a holiday
we'll all run away.
Here in Canada, we continue to celebrate the dead Queen's special day. I don't think they do anymore in Britain -at least it doesn't show up in my date book and it would. It is a British made date book.
For many Canadians, this is a long weekend devoted to getting the docks in the water, cleaning out the mouse nests in the cottage bedrooms, drinking a two four, or going on a picnic. I'm going to work. My sweet patootie has gone to work already. Those of us who are self-employed don't necessarily take off the holidays. We're just too plum grateful to have work when it happens.
As for writing, taking a day off would be a bad idea for me. I am back trying to work for a couple of hours a day when I can. As soon as this is posted, I'll take the Hoagy for a stroll - it is sunny out but I'm trying not to get excited about it. I don't want to scare it - the sun has been so shy of late - so I'm just pretending it is a regular rainy day. That'll fool it.
Then I'll come back and write for a couple of hours. I'm smack dab in the big fat wandering about middle of my second Kitty MacDonald mystery. I think I finally decided on who did it and why. Yes, I'm that much of a pantser. That's another reason for not taking a holiday - I need to keep the rhythm up and going. I want to finish the first draft by July 1st. Then I'll put it away for a couple of weeks and work on a structural change I'm making to the first Kitty book. I found out yesterday that I didn't make the short-list for the contest I entered. That contest was the Debut Dagger which gave Louise Penney her start. I don't feel one bit bad about not making that short list. I'll try again next year if I haven't been published yet. It was a huge field - 700 I think and I could see by the blurbs on the seven who made it that my type of mystery wasn't what this gang of judges was looking for. So, no bad feelings there. In fact, I'm really glad I entered it as the process shook up my beginning and I think it is going to be a much stronger book than it would've been.
I'm meeting my fine-tooth comb and broad view editor on Wednesday to go through that process with True. She's been beavering away on it and thinks she can see what is needed to give it the polish I want for it. I'm still feeling the pain of having not made that short-list but it won't last forever. And I'm anxious to get back with that wip. Despite it being rejected (and the manuscript that was rejected had been entered in the fall before lots more revision) I am happy with it overall and think it might be a small jewel. So there!
How do you approach holidays, rejection and the crazy writing life?
PS - the chicks are good. so completely themselves at the age of one week!