Update

Aloha,

I wanted this blog to be about my journey from closet writer trying to break into the publishing world. Recently I finished my book, began the search for agents and started writing my query letter and synopsis. I began sending out to agent. My heart full of hope and my mind full of fear. The day after I started my first wave of queries I got my first rejection letter. It didn't surprise me but it did hurt. The pain wasn't surprising, but I still it sends shards of doubt into my hope.

My email is connected to my phone, every time I see my phone screen light up I'm wondering is it them? Do they like it? Every time I check my email I'm praying there is news from an agency even if it's bad news. If it's a rejection at least I know someone read it. Someone gave my story a chance. I pray that someone is asking for more of my novel. That someone is reaching out, even though it hasn't even been a week since I sent out the first wave. That's okay though. It's natural, I'm assuming. I trust in the Lord my God. Whatever happens is His will.

However, that doesn't stop be from wanting to check my email every ten minutes (fine every three minutes). Even though my email has a ringer on my phone my fingers itch to check it. I will fight through this obsession.

That reminds me of a lazy Saturday morning I recently spent with my sisters. I was spending the day with two of my sisters and we were all going crazy with some sort of obsession. It was an interesting experience. The second oldest Michelle, she recently lost her dog Sam of twelve years. She has had a hard time dealing with Sam's death because she had to put her down. It had been a week and she's been missing sweet Sam. So Michelle started researching breeds and puppies. She started emailing breeders and going a little nuts trying to get in touch with them. Michelle decided to get an Alaskan Klee Kia so freaking cute.

Elizabeth the third oldest, she's getting married soon and her fiancé was supposed to pick their honeymoon location. But he wanted Elizabeth to fall in love with a place before he booked it. Elizabeth spent hours going through several traveling websites. She had me do some research when she found a place that she liked. All while grumbling about how she didn't want the responsibility of choosing a location because she knew it would drive her mad. It definitely did.

My obsession is obvious. I was checking my email every ten minutes. I tried to distract myself my looking over the plans for my dream house only to start obsessing over that too. It was a good day.

With love,

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