My Day So Far!

It would be incredibly sweet if one of the five or so pageviews I received on the last post would leave a comment to declare wholeheartedly that I am not alone….

                Anyway, self-pity fest being entirely over, I come to you now, live from my desk (unless of course you read this after I—well forget it) with today’s sleepy summer news! It’s a bit wet out here, and I’ve been writing, well what I call writing. To anyone else, it might be a great number of things other than writing such as:

1.       Trying to make my hair look like Arwen from Lord of the Rings!

2.       Working on a summer essay for class because we still have those.

3.       Eating!

4.       Websurfing

5.       Rearranging room

6.       Watching anime

7.       More eating

8.       Reading quotes from the Bard

9.       Putting my Koran and my Bible next to each other just to feel contrary

10.   Even more eating!

11.   What’s this? You’re actually writing during designated writing time? Congrats!

And so on and so forth. I’m thinking about letting an English teacher tear my most recent novel to shreds and then giving it to a friend as part of the target audience who  I know is lying because she crinkles her nose. In a month, I will be able to gain all the free and extremely painful constructive criticism I could ever possibly desire.  Now if only professional eyebrow waxing could be free and then I’d be entirely set for life!

Who am I? I am who?

Who am I? I am the clever little unknown girl randomly typing this while sitting on the bathroom floor. I am a person you could pass on the street, having no clue what goes on upstairs. I am the girl who English teachers say have potential, and math teachers hope my potential lies elsewhere. I am not a self-published author, or a midlist writer. I am not even old enough to work the cash register at Wal-Mart. I am the writer desperate to make the plunge. I am the writer who wants to publish.

There are so many questions I have. I have no idea how publishing works! I have no idea how to find a literary agent or get a publisher interested in my work. I have no idea how to advertise myself; I mean I haven’t even lived long enough to purchase liquor in the United States! Usually I can push these questions back when I’m writing because well, I’m writing, I’m not finished yet.

But…I am now. Well not finished finished. I’m finished with the big picture the ultimate first and second drafts that took me two years of forgoing friends, parties, and extracurricular activities to finish. Currently I’m undergoing a massive amount of editing, and much to my chagrin, the thoughts of publishing are creeping up behind me. Sometimes they’re fantasies of becoming a hit like JK Rowling or George RR Martin (two of my very favorite authors on the planet) and the other thoughts are the painful ones that cripple me, make me feel like a failure, and make me want to delete the thousands of words I’ve poured into my computer.

So starting tonight, research will also take up a bit of my editing time. 

This is not going to be fun is it?