It has been a long time since I’ve been here.
Where have I been you may or may not be asking? Well, I have been raising my kids, working a little bit, and probably wasting a lot of time. It’s been five years in the making, but I am very proud to say one thing did get done:
I finished my first novel!
I’ve been celebrating for about a week, but have a feeling the tough part is ahead of me. First of all, no one else has read it yet.
Is it good you ask? Well of course it is, and my children are the smartest, best behaved, sweetest in the world. (I may be a little biased.) So now I have the hard part, submitting it to someone who knows what is a good book.
What do I do next? I need to have an editor look it over, write a summary, find an agent, etc.
Do I know what I am doing? Not really, but I am learning quickly! I’m not naïve enough to think my first book out the gate will be a winner, but I still have fantasies that it will be! No matter the outcome though, I am really proud of myself. I finished a novel which contains 50,000 words that are all mine, written in a document that tells a story that has never been told before. I’ve created people who I sometimes forget are fictional. I even slipped up once and shared an anecdote with my family, forgetting that the person in question was simply a figment of my imagination.
The more I write, the more writing is becoming part of me. I am finished with my first book, but have only begun my life as a writer.