Blah-Blah About My So-Called Career

Well, within the last month or so I have queried four agents. No response, except one of them did promise to review my proposal. So that is something. I haven’t been out and out rejected so I guess anything could happen. I do worry that with the economy as it is, that agents may be wary of taking on new clients and the publishers will not be as open to unpublished authors. I can only hope that someone will see something in this novella and believe it is worthy of seeing the light of day.

This novella isn’t like most of what is out there. That can be both good and bad, I guess. Good, that it is unique. Bad, that it may not be what an audience is accustomed to. It is nothing epic or outstanding. The description isn’t flowery or lengthy and the dialog isn’t anything remarkable. There are no villains, evil or hatred to overcome or great moral lessons to learn. The best way I can describe it is that it’s a simple, little historical romance based in 1915 and set in a tiny town in Indiana. The Christian market has published thousands of books exactly like this, so I originally thought it would fit right in. I still think it would; only now I see it is not going to be as easy as I had assumed. Well, when you assume, you make an a-- out of you and me. I am so good at doing that.

I suppose a month is nothing and that I ought to be patient. In the meantime, the current story I am working on is going well. I completed chapter six the other day. I average about two chapters a week. I’m not like most authors who can write for eight-hour days. Four hours is my maximum. There are other things that I must do during the day, so my life doesn’t revolve around writing.

That is all that is going on in regards to my career. Ta-ta!

The Write Stuff

I’m currently on a summer-long break from writing. For the last several years I have obsessively devoted myself to one novel and have placed it on the throne in the place of God. I was so wrapped up in my own desires I couldn’t hear God’s Voice and what He wanted of me. Not only that, I had fallen into a bad place where I envied my writer peers and begrudged them for their successes. I had lost my first love. Anyway, a few weeks ago I had finally accepted the fact my beloved novel wasn’t going to be published and must be placed on that proverbial shelf. Then I started to ask the good Lord what He wanted. No answer except that I needed to spend some time focusing on Him rather than myself. And that it might be beneficial for be to take a break from writing.

Its already been two weeks and I feel much better than I did and I’m not as stressed as what I had been. I have been tempted to work on a couple newer projects but am resolved to stick with my pact. I think that when I do return to writing in September, the quality of my work will be better and the writing won’t be as forced. The new stories will be better for it. The first one is a novella set in 1915 in my beloved state of Indiana, and a comedy. The second one is a new holocaust story that is set both in 1943 and 2003. Both are primarily written in the third person, which is a challenge for me; I usually narrate my novels in the first person.

I can’t stop writing altogether; writing is like breathing to me. I intend to write entries for my blogs, I write often in my personal journal, and there are some books and movies that I’d like to do reviews on.

Well, that’s all for now.