A writer's life is full of waiting. Waiting for inspiration, waiting for the words to come, waiting for feedback when done, waiting for representation, waiting on revisions, waiting on publication, waiting on sales, waiting on reviews, waiting to begin the next book, and then beginning the wait again.
It's exhausting.
And there is still life to be had in all of these introspective angst filled moments. Life that hopefully puts these moments in their rightful place. But like anyone who has ever been in love, as writers are with their cherished novels years in the making, waiting to see if your affections will be received or rejected, is a hard thing to endure.
I am waiting.
And I am trying to write the next novel. And so I begin...again...here...and hope that this blog will be more consistent and helpful during the wait.
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