This is a sword – I’m interpreting it as the Sword of Damocles. In the Greek legend, Damocles was jealous of the life of the King of Syracuse, Dionysis II. The king agreed to change places with Damocles for the day- at the end of the evening’s banquet, Damocles noticed a sword hanging over his head by a thread. He decided he didn’t want to be in the king’s place after all. There is no joy in living in fear. That was the lesson learned.
As I told my friends, Romancemama and Runere this morning, I know why I don’t submit my work more often to agents and editors. I am a big wimp. I can’t stand knowing my stories are out there in the world for possible rejection- I know when I get rejected, I feel inadequate. As a writer, I know I have to send it out, but then I am aware of the sword over my head. It seems to be getting worse in the last day or two. I swear, I hear it whoosing in the air above me. Paranoid? Maybe? Crazy? Yeah!
Jillian Chantal 
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