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megwritesI've decided to set an even more impossible goal for myself.
Not only do I want to do a thorough reviewing and rundown of the best books I've read this year, which is actually a lot because I stepped up my reading, but I've decided it's time to put up or shut up as far as the novel goes.
By hook or by crook, the revisions on the Tower!Guy novel will be finished by the end of this year, because come 2009, I am submitting this to someone. It may be later in January, depending on how the research for agents pans out.
But this is it. I'm going to polish the sweet holy hannah outta this turd (hey, Mythbusters proved that you could!) of a novel and ship it off. I'm tired of not making progress. I'm tired of holding back. When these revisions are done, the novel will be the absolute best I can make it.
Yeah, I know the market sucks. Publishers aren't buying. Ships are sinking. The world is ending. Well, the world is always ending according to someone. There's always a ready excuse not to jump in the fray and do your best if you want to find one.
As my fifth grade teacher said, "Any excuse is a good excuse as long as it fits the giver."
If I try to wait out the current economic situation, I might be holding onto this thing until I'm thirty. And that's a long damn time from now (five years and change). Besides, it's not like books have ended. People are still going to be reading them, thus publishers will be publishing them.
I came to chew bubblegum and write, and we just ran all the hell outta bubblegum.
Not only do I want to do a thorough reviewing and rundown of the best books I've read this year, which is actually a lot because I stepped up my reading, but I've decided it's time to put up or shut up as far as the novel goes.
By hook or by crook, the revisions on the Tower!Guy novel will be finished by the end of this year, because come 2009, I am submitting this to someone. It may be later in January, depending on how the research for agents pans out.
But this is it. I'm going to polish the sweet holy hannah outta this turd (hey, Mythbusters proved that you could!) of a novel and ship it off. I'm tired of not making progress. I'm tired of holding back. When these revisions are done, the novel will be the absolute best I can make it.
Yeah, I know the market sucks. Publishers aren't buying. Ships are sinking. The world is ending. Well, the world is always ending according to someone. There's always a ready excuse not to jump in the fray and do your best if you want to find one.
As my fifth grade teacher said, "Any excuse is a good excuse as long as it fits the giver."
If I try to wait out the current economic situation, I might be holding onto this thing until I'm thirty. And that's a long damn time from now (five years and change). Besides, it's not like books have ended. People are still going to be reading them, thus publishers will be publishing them.
I came to chew bubblegum and write, and we just ran all the hell outta bubblegum.
