Allow me to celebrate my small success. I have reached my 200th blog post. 200? Already? It seems like yesterday I powered up the old laptop, writing my first post about a book I had just finished writing for the 4th time.
What's funny is that I thought I was done, and I should have known better. After wading through the plot holes and tightening up the manuscript I find myself here:
The 5th rewrite is finally done, and it's about that time for me to begin querying literary agents.
Yes, this moment is important to me. Writing series upon series of books has always been a dream of mine. But, I won't stress this process.
For one: I know I'm capable, and I believe in the gift God has given me.
Two: I know that I work hard, and if I continue to move in the direction of my dreams, I don't have a choice but to win. It doesn't matter how long it takes, you just have to be willing to keep moving forward.
Three: Call me bias all you want, but I actually enjoy reading my book. I wrote a coming-of-age tale about growing up in the 90s because I didn't see any books like that on the shelves where I'm from. It was fun pulling all those memories from my mental storage and reliving them again.
Four: I'm persistent. I know what rejection feels like. Actually, I'm kind of glad it happened to me early on, because it doesn't crush me. I do not stop because someone tells me no. I tell myself yes and keep creating.
Five: I love what I do. I love to write. I love to learn. I love to create. I love a good project. I honestly wouldn't have time to sit around worrying about who did or did not like my query, manuscript, etc. There is more work to be done, more material to produce.