The Undiscovered Country

An Addiction

All my books are done!

Now I wait.

I can't wait.

I want to write more!

But I must wait.

They need to sit for a bit, so when I revisit them for editing, I can do so with a fresh mind and perspective.

Nor can I put off the research into agents.

For how am I to get my books published if I don't? No one is going to come knocking on my door with a million-dollar offer.

But I want to write!

I admit it. I'm addicted. That and there's the constant fear that if I do stop, I'll enter another dry spell, and I won't write anything except an ocassional blog entry. Then what will I be? Certainly not a writer, at least not the kind of writer I want to be.

Dear God, sometimes I wish you didn't give me the desire to write, and to want other people to read what I write. My life would be so much easier.

Then again, an easy life is a boring life which in the end will have little to show for it.

If my accomplishments will be worth anything, they must be earned with hard work, a lot of sweat, and at times, uncountable tears.

Off I go. I wrote a few words here to feed my addiction, and I do feel a little better.

Now it's time to read and research for someone who will (hopefully) like my stories as much as I do.

And write a query letter.

And a synopsis.

Not looking forward to that, but, hey, at least it's more writing.