My baby is a 100 something pound lazy Rottweiler.

As a member of RWA, national and the local chapter, I know a few writers. Some are published with their books selling worldwide and others are chugging along to a publication and a few are in between.

And I've heard many authors refer to their works as their babies. Their poor babies that when they cut a scene or a word, they are in pain. Meanwhile, I don't feel that at all as I'll slash a scene with the same easy stroke Jason will chop up those stupid kids that keep on returning to Crystal Lake.

When I'm writing a story though I may love the idea, plot or characters even words. These aren't my babies. No, my only baby I had and lost was my Rottie.

My baby. Oh so cute.

Sometimes, I've wondered does that make me weird or am I realistic. I have no freaking clue.

Don't get my wrong.

When I write a story I feel the first pulls of excitement.  I'm willing to cut open a vein and bleed my heart onto paper. But I want to be realistic about writing and most importantly my writing. I want to know what works and what doesn't. I want to improve my skills, whether its vocabulary, grammar, character and everything else.  Can labeling a WIP really be a baby be a good thing?

This "baby" label can hold you back as well as feed your passion. Though, I tend to treat that much like I do the other advice doled out - write what you love. That topic is for another time. In my opinion, I think that as you revise, you have to figure what you love about the story and be honest with improving it.

So, why do writers say, it's my baby. Is it because of the time put into penning the work? Is because you're taking a risk by putting out your work? Is because of lack of confidence and a need to protect yourself? Or do people really think it is more.

Tell me what you think.

I Hate Waiting!

Months ago, I got tired of my long hair. I would wash it, condition it, comb it, straighten it. Put it up in a ponytail, take it down, make sure it didn't get wet and all the other things women deal with so they fabulous hair doesn't get messed up.

So after awhile, I got tired of it and chopped it off. I don't mean from lower back (which was my length) to shoulders. No, I went pixie cut short. A mere inch -- inch and a half of hair.
No more straightening. Washing was easy. And I didn't care if my hair got wet, the style aways stayed the same.

Following a pattern, I got tired of the short do.

Now, I'm letting my hair grow out and it's in an in-between nothing looks good hairstyle. Though my hair is growing at an inch per infinity, my impatience has grown a lot faster. Sure I know I can't make it grow longer. I certainly don't want extensions like movie stars.  Truthfully the thought of someone else's hair attached to mine is gross. Anyway, there is no point to this post, I just want to complain.

And I know I'm not the only woman who feels this way. Sometimes, we just have to vent. Do you have anything that you want to vent, bitch or complain about?
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