Musings of a Hopeful Author

I don't know about other writers, but of all the stories I come up with and set to paper, there is one that will always be closer to my heart than any other.  It's the one that first ignited my imagination and opened my eyes to the idea of writing a book.  It's the one I think of when my mind is wandering or when I am trying to clear my mind to fall asleep at night.  It's the story that I would rather spend the rest of my life writing than get it wrong.  It's the story that I want to succeed more than any other, and yet it's the story that I feel will never be as good as it could be... it's the second book in my three part Marcus Saga. Laying Down Arms is a love story that I think would do well as a stand alone book, but to truly appreciate it you need the history that is provided in the first book and the Swan song that is the third.  It's a story that I have been developing ever since my senior year of high school through college and into my life as...

I am not someone who would ever be described as fearful or easily discouraged, however, when I think of sending out query letters to potential agents I feel a level of anxiety I haven't experienced since I took Calculus as a freshman in college.  I can at least justify my dread of Calculus.  I wasn't allowed a graphing calculator, so I was flying solo with only my flapping arms keeping me in the air rather than the super sleek jet I had anticipated having with me.  I would have you know that I did not fail Calculus.  I did not get an A either, but I made a grade that was sufficient to let me to mark it as complete and advance to the next hurdle.  In telling that story I can only assume that I am supposed to walk away with the life lesson that I overcame adversity in an area that I was only barely competent in, how much better should it be for something I truly care about and enjoy?  Due to my complete lack of attempts to actually wade into the big world o...