I'm figuring out that the deeper I get into the writing world, the less I know what I can say to the whole wide world. Before, when practically nothing was ever on the line, I would tell every random detail. Now that I have things simmering in so many pots, I don't really know what's safe to say.
But I will say this....
I love writing different genres. Love it. And the more stories I write, the more opportunities I feel I have. No, my dreams haven't come true yet. Not even close. But with every new story I get to start the journey to publication all over again. A good thing and a bad thing.
For those of you who are trying to find an agent, you will empathize with how time consuming and difficult it is. Not to mention the roller coaster of emotions that inevitably go with it. And though I've gone through my share of ups and downs over the last two years, for some unexplainable reason, I'm feeling up right now. Like there's hope on the horizon even though I don't know what form it will take.
Will I get my dream agent? Will I get my dream publisher? Will I ever find someone who loves my next book as much as I do?
Who knows. That's why the path is such a winding one.
Even so, I know of no better therapy than to write. Especially a new story that takes me into a world I think about all day long. And the cool new thoughts that come into play- I can't wait to write everyday.
And now that I'm on my fifth novel since I started my writing journey two years ago, I will say that even though publishing is a tough business to break in to, I'm mortally hooked. I can't stop. No matter how many rejections I get, I still have to write. I still have to keep trying to make my dreams come true.
And who knows. Maybe one of these days I'll get there.
17 hours ago