I can’t believe it’s been a year since I last posted. I’ve been busy getting my book finished and edited and am currently querying after close to two years of work.
Querying is not for the faint of heart which I’ve said before. I value the feedback I might get at the same time I dread the rejection letters. With each new letter I send a prayer and a wish for a miracle. While I love my novel, I realize it will take a special person to see me and my novel for what we are. A promise of things to come? An interesting idea for a mystery?
I know I love what I do and want to share it with everyone far and wide.
Is there anything so wonderful as that word? I finished my book. I don’t mean a book I’ve read. I mean a book I’ve written. All by my lonesome. It was exhilarating. It was knuckle biting. It. Is. Finished.
Now on to editing. Though I’m giving myself the rest of the weekend to thoroughly enjoy the fact that I wrote something.