I have always hated the concept of blogs. It's like an open diary, but I've changed my mind recently thinking it's good practice to write in between and whilst one is waiting and waiting and waiting.
So this is my very first blog, and I thought I'd chronicle a little about the long journey I've had to getting published.
Many years ago, I had a very different life. I worked with a friend of mine. I made his dreams come true because he promised me he'd make my dreams come true in return. That may sound sappy, but it was a wonderful relationship that was warm and close and hopeful.
I felt I had no great talents of my own. My only assets were reliability, loyalty and marketing. My friend had the great public talents and he was encouraged to become a star.
So after 12 years, our friendship was over. And I was left with nothing but therapy and bad dreams. I started to write a book about those years, and publisher after publisher passed. I guess I should say that I tried to get a literary agent first. It took me 2 tries, but I got an agent who finally got me a book deal after... good lord... 5 years.
I am waiting for my book deal to finalize. And while I wait, I've discovered another star in the making. And I again feel I can help make his dreams come true. But this time, I learned that only I can take care of mine.
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