So one of my writing buddies emails our writing group saying she just managed to get an agent at the conference she went to. And we are all happy for her, to say the least. She's been working on the concept for this story since she was my elementary son's age and now has grandkids of her her own. I'm very excited for her. But in being excited for her I've been thinking on how long have I been working on my own novel concept. This is what I came up with.
In 1992-93 I was a freshman in college, home sick and totally in over my head (I did eventually graduate in four years with a biology degree, but at the time I felt like I was swimming in water way too deep). When I get stressed, I write, thus I began working on my original novels about my world of Martapa. I did get most of three books done by the time I graduated, but then they sat on a shelf gathering dust.
Fast forward to 2004. After 2 years of successful email roleplaying with the characters who are now center in my current stories I decide that, indeed, they would make an excellent story. That, and I realized as the mortality of my father was made so clear to me that I didn't have forever to get my butt in gear and try to publish a book.
Current times. I'm editing four long books that some day I will be brave enough to step up to an agent and show. In the intervining years I have gotten articles published, which in itself was a wonder to feel. Even though the checks were merely coffee money, the thought that thousands of people were reading your words was awesome!
So I bring this up simply because you can't give up. If you are writing keep doing it, if for no other reason then for yourself. My friend never gave up and now she is that much closer to seeing her book in print!
Keep Writing!
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