My daughter is asleep. I could be adding to the 3000 word start I made on the Re-Write the other day. But what am I doing? Email. Reading blogs. Procrastinating about Atrophy (which, you'll be excited to learn, we've actually made a start on. The pilot episode is on it's way, though don't expect anything posted until after Christmas. It's taken us a week to write one page). I'm writing this blog entry. These are the pitfalls of having the Internet.
I was over at Lynn's blog where she is getting to the final stages of her ms before sending out to agents. I wish her all the luck, because obviously we all know what a hard slog it is! I need some more discipline. I've got half a manuscript to re-write before editing. My prospects of sending out to agents won't be coming around until mid-next year I would guess. In fact, it'll probably be about time to enter the RWA STALI comp again by the time I get things in order. But I'm not thinking about that! One thing I've discovered about this business is that time literally has no meaning. A year is a blink in the publishing world. And you just have to learn to live with it or go find something else to do. Obviously I have learned to live with it, otherwise I wouldn't be here.
I think back to when I started out writing and it was inconceivable that seven (now almost eight) years down the track I still wouldn't be published. Now it wouldn't surprise me if I went yet another eight years with no agent or contract in sight (but God, I hope not!)
In other news I, along with several other lovely RWA ladies here in Victoria will be forming a new group. Excitement! I've always wanted a group of my very own. I'm really looking forward to the help they're going to provide in terms of the new half of SOAP book 1.
So that's where I'm at. Now I'm going to start writing and my daughter is sure to wake up!
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