I started it way back in 2001. I barely touched it at all for months at a time, during the Great Job Search Angst of 2002. It's flawed, it's a first effort, and will need plenty of hard work before it's ready for public consumption. But...
I did it. I wrote a novel. I finished what I started, proved I had it in me, proved I'm not just a quitter, that I can push past my own laziness and fears. I wrote a BOOK.
No force in the 'verse can stop me.
And the trumpets sounded for her on the other side.
BRAVA! GO SUSAN!
So happy for you Susan. Can't wait to get it at the local bookstore.
t strews flowers and glitter whilst singing hosannas
The difference between a wannabee and an author, at least according to some: authors finish.
Woohooo!!!! Congratulations, Susan!!!
Susan, I got the nice agent lady over there. Whenever you're ready....
You done good.
Way to go, Susan! You're an inspiration to us all.
t sadly ponders the barely-started space opera on my hard drive
I'm still amazed I actually pulled it off. I spent most of high school and some of college when I had time writing Chapter Ones. Occasionally Chapters Two and Three. And then I had a fantasy epic that was sort of cruising along, but then I went to England and met DH and reevaluated my views of the place/time/era I'd been adapting to fantasy (which had nothing to do with DH--just happened concurrently), so that fizzled out. And then nothing for years until I started this one.
I'm going to let it rest for a few days, and then start putting together a pitch for the writing conference weekend after next and polishing the thing until it's good enough to send to deb's agent friend and anyone else who's interested. And then, well, time to start the next novel, and put a little more energy into my freelancing so I won't have to go back to the Day Job post-baby.