Hello,
After I finished sending out queries to agents I started working on my
second book again. Kind of. Okay. I confess I looked at my second book maybe
twice. I have been thinking about writing though. I know it’s horrible. I
really need to learn better discipline. From today on my old routine will be
re-established! I have work to do I can't be my normal lazy self. I do not want
it to take another four years to write a book. No way, over my dead
body.
Ha, I actually have a joke running with my friend Marie and my dad. I told
them that even if I die all the work is done on the first story for it to be
published and if it was good enough I have enough notes, research, and outlines
written out for the rest of the series that a ghost writer could take over.
Marie liked that joke. I don't think my dad appreciated it though. I wonder
why? I'm kidding.
It has been a few weeks and I have gotten a few rejections. Which is
surprisingly nice. I rather be told no, and be able to cross them off my list
than to wait for months on end hoping. I haven't broken done into tears either
which I definitely thought would have happened by now. Ha, give me three months
more months and more rejections and I'll probably break down. Not looking
forward to that. I hate crying, it gives me a headache. Fun times there. Scientists say crying is good for you. I don't believe that
nonsense. Headaches and snot, gross and no thanks.
Thanks for tuning into RawLitCom: True Confessions of an Aspiring
Author.
Have a good week people.
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