Gold fish? Guppy? I don't know.

I'm really starting to feel like a teeny tiny little fish in a really big freakin' pond. Sooo sooo many writers out there trying to get published. What an impossible hill to climb. I hope I'm one of the lucky ones!

Why Oh Why?

I think my book is almost ready to send out. See how many times my heart can be crushed, over and over and over again. I can't believe all the things a new writer has to learn. So much, too much really. Weeks and weeks of research. How to write the best query letter. How to get your manuscript ready, (if your lucky enough that someone wants to see it). This font is better than that font, don't write "dear first name" only use Mr or Miss. Right sized margins, double spaced lines. Most of all, I wish I would have known before I wrote my book not to go over 120,000 words. Now I've been working my butt off to cut 15,000 words so my book isn't trashed right from the get go.  Geesh.  Remind me why I'm killing myself to get this right?

Here I thought writing the book was the hard part. Apparently not.