It occurred to me today that I started to write my first novel in November 2009. I had always thought about being a writer when I was younger, but lost touch with the dream for many years before recovering it recently. So, two years ago I decided to take it seriously, get disciplined, sit down and actually write something.
Now, after two years of work, self-improvement, nail-biting over queries and fear of rejection, I have a great agent and my second novel is out on submission (the first is trunked, but I'll revive it in a year or so).
It's been a bumpy, soul-crushing experience, but somehow I still love it, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
So, next week it's happy Write-a-versary for me! Two years old.
How about you?
Now, after two years of work, self-improvement, nail-biting over queries and fear of rejection, I have a great agent and my second novel is out on submission (the first is trunked, but I'll revive it in a year or so).
It's been a bumpy, soul-crushing experience, but somehow I still love it, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
So, next week it's happy Write-a-versary for me! Two years old.
How about you?