It’s high time I stop complaining and get back to the game of wielding writerly wisdom.
*stoically ignores all sniggers from the blogging auditorium*
I am serious. I am tired of fussing about doing this or that to sell my last book. The fact that I have a.) the opportunity, b.) the time and c.) the completed novel in the old coffer to actually peddle are all blessings so many would-be writers don’t yet have that whining about them seems to be rather brattish of me.
I apologize for that.
While I reserve the right to complain when rejections flutter in, I will try my best not to fuss about the querying process in general anymore.
So, Wednesday, expect wisdom.
A whole steaming heap of it.
With that expectation hanging threateningly over your head now, I depart.