...because I sent out five queries last night. As I sit here pondering my first blog entry, I’m thinking I should probably get back into the shower. Little did I know when I got into the shower a few days back I would hear, "Go Start a Blog…NOW." Please, NO! I’m the woman who said she hated blogs; I’m the woman who said she’d never do a blog.
Of course, I’m also the woman who never dreamed she’d write a novel, either. Then, I was the woman who figured she’d never finish a novel. So there you go. With the help of messages from my showerhead, I wrote and finished the novel. After endless rounds of editing, revising, and paring (which I keep being compelled to do), I finally let it go and put it out there. Now, I'll armor myself for rejection and, hopefully, some interest.
This is my story, my journey of educating myself about literary agents, publishers, query letters, synopses, etc., etc., the story of my process now that I realize I actually have two completed manuscripts. And, I might add, a Book III in my head with these same characters. You see, I didn’t plan to be a writer so I know nada about these things; I am clueless about the process. Oh, I’ll admit, there were occasions when the thought of writing would flit through my mind. I’d had more than one friend along the way tell me, “you should write a book,” to which I would just roll my eyes – I am not a writer (I thought). I never seriously considered that was a possibility for me.
Thankfully, I actually enjoy research; and I don't mind educating myself about what’s next. And the showerhead told me to document the process; so here I am, sharing with you all my excitement, frustration, and - dare I ask for it? - joy along the way. I do not kid myself that this is going to be fascinating reading or interesting to anyone; but, maybe someday, this might be helpful to some other beginning novelist/writer, illustrating what someone else experienced. You know, misery loves company and all that…