Ready to Bury Digging Up Death!
That’s the novel my agent has shopped around and it seems like “Digging up Death” should never have been dug up! My latest rejection was pretty detailed and I heard that’s a good thing. Means I’m on my way… problem is it takes so darn long for me to write a novel, I might be six feet under before I cough up a publishable one!
Am I sad? Yes. Discourged? A little. Confused and wondering what the heck I should do or write next? Yes! You betcha! I don’t want to think about pouring another year of my life into a book that will be rejected. I feel like I’ve already robbed so much time from my children because I haven’t been able to figure out this balance thing. I was really hoping this would be the one! Honestly, I’ve read worse books in the last month that got me wondering how in the world did THAT get published, surely if they can, I can.
But God knows best! Sure glad he does, ’cause right now I feel like I know nothing!