Last year was a tough one. I welcomed the year with a brand new manuscript and dreams of signing a book contract with a new agent. Ever the optimist, I sent it out to agents with the illusion that this time would be easier. How wrong I was! 2021 basically crushed my spirit when it came to my writing. I started to believe that maybe publishing wasn’t for me after all. I quit querying, put off blogging, stepped away from book Twitter, and stopped writing every day. I threw myself into other things like tackling house projects, reading more books, and taking a part time job as an admissions reader.
The time away helped me remember why I love writing and how much I miss it. Publishing is a whole separate world from writing, one that’s very much out of my control. I’m not going to lie. I’m nervous to put my work out there again, nervous to open myself up to judgement and rejection again. But if I don’t, I’ll never know what this manuscript can become. So, I’m ready to pull it apart, polish it up, and eventually send it out again. Because I don’t want to stop at three books. Four is a good number too!
Happy New Year, my friends! I wish you all a healthy and joyful 2022, and truly hope your dreams come true! 🌟