Reflections, reflecting...

I was hoping Man United would take my mind off things today. They did, but in a slightly depressing and negative way. We were rubbish up front - that, and some sterling defensive play by Citeh, conspired to produce our first defeat of the season. If we don't start scoring then we will lose a few more. I took some stick today - I had no defence and my team had no forward line. Enough! I can't think about it any more.
As consolation, I briefly thought about picking up my latest work. But only briefly. Give or take a word or sentence, those first three chapters will be the ones landing on an agent's desk- though it will be months before I approach agents with them. Still, they are as complete as I can get them as an introduction to the rest of the story. I believe in them as a true beginning. I've spent a lot of time on them, though I know that time itself is only part of the answer. I will do nothing more on them for at least a week - unless Noel the Ultimate Proofreader comes back to me before then. Noel's enthusiasm after listening to me read parts of the beginning down the phone tells me something. But the reading of it will be the real proof. He never sees what isn't there, only what is and what can be. A professional's eye. False praise never works - except to ensure that you are never published. True praise, and true criticism, can't ensure that you are published. But they will undoubtedly help.
I feel strongly about what I'm doing. If I can't get there with what I'm doing now, then I can't see how I will get there with anything else. That may not be a true reflection of how things really are, or will be. It could be just a reflection of how I feel about what I'm doing right now. Is that how everyone who writes should feel? Maybe if it means that much, then yes it is.
Just me, reflecting...