somewhere around one year ago this time, i was worried as crap about the job i thought i had that wasn't panning out, but i was in the middle of writing a book.
now, i'm almost a year with that company i was hired on, and the first two people are reading my completed first draft. (well, completed except for one paragraph that i need to get some legalese worked out, but that isn't until the last 1/8th of the book.)
tonight, i am having a conversation with a published author writer friend of mine to get myself any clue of what i do now, where i go next, how i should proceed or even think about proceeding on this next step of the journey. i know she will ask me questions i don't even know i have questions about yet.
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i'm excited, but i'm also kind of wow. i can't really comprehend there is a manuscript thingy with my name on it. mostly because i reread it and i forget pieces that i wrote. "OH NO SHE DID NOT SAY THAT!!" lol
i started writing it because i'd always wanted to and knew i might never have the opportunity. i also didn't have any expectations what might come of it. i just let it happen to see where it went.
i still have no expectations, i'm still just seeing where it goes. i also think it's mind-boggling that it took 4 full time months to write and 8 months NOT full time to finish one round of edits. yikes. i don't think i could have completed WRITING it if i hadn't had time to devote to it full time.
again... wow.
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i'm also beginning to form the next storyline and characters in my mind and trying not to get myself psyched up about starting it just yet. lol
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