I'll just say it:
I wrote a novel. In October I sat down and started to write what I hoped would be an interesting story. Last month I finished it. Two weeks ago I sent off samples of writings to agents. Last week I received a request from one of them to send over the full manuscript for possible representation. In my dream world, they'll fall in love with the story and help me get it published. In reality, signing on with an agent is a long shot and I'm not getting my hopes up. But it's one step closer to becoming a published author and I'm beyond excited to be pushing myself toward the goal.
I haven't told many people about my passion for writing. For one, I never thought I was very good. Secondly, I didn't think it was worth mentioning until I did something with it. And finishing the story, well... it was a Goliath feat that I'm proud of.
I told people on a need-to-know basis. Like my sister-in-law, Stephanie, who has read the story from the painfully awkward beginning stages and has read almost (almost!) every single draft since then. Bless her heart! Then Brandi, who kindly read it in just a few days and gave me her honest and awesome critique. There was Kristin who read and edited it in less than twenty-four hours so that I could send the manuscript off to the agent sans typos or grammatical errors. (I thought it was clean, until she swept it through with a Dyson and found dust bunnies everywhere!)
And, of course, there was Mr. Branflake who always listened to me flush out plot lines and character developments at the most random hours of the day. That man is the most insightful person I've ever met.
Where will this novel take me? I honestly hope it will get published. If not, I have the satisfaction of knowing I did what I set out to do: tell my story and have fun doing it.
I'm not stopping here, though. I've already started writing another story. I want to become a better writer and the only way to do that is to keep writing. It's a goal of mine to get published and I'm going to keep writing until I do.
Okay, that was the scariest thing I've ever said. Whew! Way to put myself out there!
What's my story about?
Well, that's tomorrow's post.
Yes, I am a tease.
But I'm also a blogger who realizes this post has gone on far too long already.
Thank you, all, for your constant support.
Just to let you know, dancing will always be number 1!