A moment of Holy Moly.

[megwrites]

Note to self: Read publishing/agent advice in *smaller* doses.

Spending a good or hour or two reading articles/blogs describing the bleak, treacherous publishing industry makes me want to cry like a kid who just got their lunch money stolen. It sounds unfun, slippery, heartbreaking, and just plain impossible.

I have to remind myself that there are people who do make a living at this, and that it is possible for me to do it (just not probable). I also have to take deep breaths and make with the back button.

And I have to keep in mind that right now is not the time to worry about it. Right now, I can't do a damn thing about the big, bad, soul-eating world of publishing. Right now, all I can do is write the best damn story I can and cross my fingers. Even if I do get a creeping feeling that this is going to be a bug vs. windshield kind of affair.

I do those crazy wish things (blowing away stray eyelashes, watching the clock for when all the numbers are the same, etc) everyday and I wish with all my might for the ability to get published. Every day. It's as close as I get to praying, 'cause I sorta quit praying a while back. Not for lack of religion, but it felt like repeating myself.

Then I go back to writing, because wishing is useless if you don't actually write the damn novel.

Next lifetime around, I'm going to take up something *easier*. Seriously.