What a year 2011 was for my writing. I finished my YA novel, edited it, and sent it out into the world. And, I have two ebooks on Smashwords. Writing is hard. It's kind of like caring a baby for nine months then laboring the pain of birth. I wanted to quit many times. Frustration with plot and structure, character development was huge. Sometimes, I wouldn't write for a week or two. I felt as though I was punishing the whole damn process. But, eventually I would pick my pen and paper up and continue on. Writing has to run in your veins if you want to be successful. Practice. Practice. Practice. I wake up in the middle of the night and change plots and add new ones. I think about my story at work, in the car, walking the dogs, even in the shower. So what, if all those agents I queried say: not a bad story, but not for our agency. That's okay. It's their job to be picky. Is my story the next big thing. Hell no. Is my story going to make it to the top list for 2012. Hell no. But, what I've come to terms with is that I LIKE MY STORY. After all, to form a story out of nothing is a magical thing. I gave breath to a new world with people I care about. As a writer, that's important.
At January's End, I'm very proud of myself for reaching my goal with my first YA. Yeah for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, back to work on book two.