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All my books are done! Now I wait. I can't wait. I want to write more! But I must wait. They need to sit for a bit, so when I revisit them for editing, I can do so with a fresh mind and perspective. Nor can I put off the research into agents. For how am I to get my books published if I don't? No one is going to come knocking on my door with a million-dollar offer. But I want to write! I admit it. I'm addicted. That and there's the constant fear that if I do stop, I'll enter another dry spell, and I won't write anything except an ocassional blog entry. Then what will I be? Certainly not a writer, at least not the kind of writer I want to be. Dear God, sometimes I wish you didn't give me the desire to write, and to want other people to read what I write. My life would be so much easier. Then again, an easy life is a boring life which in the end will have little to show for it. If my accomplishments will be worth anything, they must be earned with hard work, a lot of sweat, and at times, uncountable tears. Off I go. I wrote a few words here to feed my addiction, and I do feel a little better. Now it's time to read and research for someone who will (hopefully) like my stories as much as I do. And write a query letter. And a synopsis. Not looking forward to that, but, hey, at least it's more writing. |