An Epiphany
I just had an epiphany today. It happened while I was sweeping the floor of my apartment and bitching to myself for the millionth time about how much I dislike cleaning. I do it only because I have no other choice---as in my salary is not enough to hire help. Anyway, back to the epiphany. I really like writing fiction. Most of what I have done so far is Star Trek fanfiction, but there is still the partial paranormal novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo. (As mentioned before, it’s never going to see the light of day.) The question now becomes, what will I do? Can I complete a viable novel? Will a publisher even smell it? And if it is published, will people buy it? Seriously.