I went to the book store today to write and had an amazing result. I wrote over one thousand words of a novella I had started over three years ago. I also researched a place I am going to submit to when it is done.
It hit me today, if a coffee shop was good enough for JK Rowling then a book store with a coffee shop is good enough for me. It always showed me the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. Someday soon my name will be part of the displayed books in that store.
I did realize what my problem in the past has been. I write and then get so excited to be done I don't take as much time as I should to edit my writing when I send it off for consideration and get rejected. However I was reading in the writers guide to publishers how to find the secret code and I realize I've reached some of those steps in the past.
After writing my first novel I sent a query letter to an agent and she requested a partial submission, most people don't even make it that far. I need to keep plugging and working and never stop. My sister told me that our family has nominated me to write a book about the family. I don't think a family erotic novel is what they are thinking of. But I will keep it in my mind for a later date.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
A fresh start
I'm still reviewing old material I have written and after starting and stopping two other projects I have come to the conclusion that I need to write an erotic novella first. I had started one called HR Nightmare about erotic happenings in a spa. This will take less time then a full novel and could be published faster (hopefully).
I have just returned from a five day vacation in NY and feel refreshed in all the senses of the word. Of course part of me feels like a failure. My uncles are very successful, one an executive, a chef, a painter (don't knock it. I hate doing it.), my aunt is a professor and we won't even talk about my cousins. They are starting there lives and making a splash of it. I however ended up a massage therapist and I know I am talented but I'm still not the author I thought I would be at this age. Off to write.
I have just returned from a five day vacation in NY and feel refreshed in all the senses of the word. Of course part of me feels like a failure. My uncles are very successful, one an executive, a chef, a painter (don't knock it. I hate doing it.), my aunt is a professor and we won't even talk about my cousins. They are starting there lives and making a splash of it. I however ended up a massage therapist and I know I am talented but I'm still not the author I thought I would be at this age. Off to write.
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