My
novel is finished.
No,
I’m serious this time!
After
crying wolf at least three times, I am now completely done with my novel, and
plan to start sending it out to agents next week. With a little (okay, a lot!)
of luck, maybe I’ll land something soon, and Dawnbringer will be on its way.
I’m
constantly at war with myself between having no self-esteem at all in regards
to my writing, and being a complete narcissist at the same time. I want to believe
that it is good enough after each draft, yet something inside tells me to do
one last round of edits. These always end up being drawn-out affairs as I add
or change existing characters, and each time my narcissist side cries a little
as I rip apart the beauty it created.
This
time, though, the book is as good as it can be. I have confidence in my work,
and while I could spend the rest of my life trimming here and adding there, I
know that it will stand on its own two feet.
So
wish me luck, for I’m off to the races! Prepare for a steady stream of
motivational speeches about how to respond to rejection, all while secretly
drying my eyes on a spare sheet of paper!