So I Wanted to Be a Writer...

In December 2017 I decided I was going to write a book. This was not a rash decision, I have always wanted to write. I recall clearly announcing to my mother, as a ten-year-old, that I was going to write a novel. She smiled and continued watching Days of Our Lives. I wasn't offended, I once told her I wanted to take singing lessons and go to clown school. My decision to become a writer was different however, I was serious. I just had no idea it would take half my life to actually do it.
 
I believe my desire to write has quite a lot to do with the fact that I tend to always have something to say. No one that knows me has ever accused me of being timid or introverted.
Though I can be shy, I'll save that bit for another time.​

So, as the old cliché goes, better late than never, I began my journey writing fiction, Lesbian romance fiction to be specific. Nine months after I first hit the computer keys I completed it, so I thought. I loved, loved, loved my novel, that is until I didn't. 

As a new author, I made the mistake of adding more detail than was necessary (over 150k words to be exact), I had also forgotten about punctuation, sentence structure...well you get the picture. It wasn't until my beloved manuscript received a professional editorial evaluation that I realized my precious baby needed a whole lot of work. So, once I stopped crying, and feeling like a failure I started all over again. 
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Now after approximately ten iterations and two professional editors, my manuscript is where I want it to be, and where I need it to be. Good enough to actually be read and enjoyed by bright intelligent lovers of Lesbian fiction. 
 
As I sang and skipped my way to happiness, I was hit with a tidal wave of reality. Should I go the self-publish route or the traditional publishing route???
 
Next up, to self-publish or not? Well, it all depends...
 

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