I'm falling way behind on my blog, folks. I think I owe Julia two memes now and Wylie nominated me for a blog award last week that I've still to respond to. Sorry, ladies.
I've pretty much given up on Sven. Real life - no, real PUBLISHED life has intruded. I've got so much going on I'm having trouble keeping track of the edits and rewrites and publicity and excerpts that I've started a binder to try to keep track of it all. Phew! (No, I'm not complaining, I'm having a ball.)
I think I need to start keeping a journal of my writing journey so I can look back on it for future releases, or to share with friends who get published after me. Trouble is, I'm not big on journals. I forget to write in them regularly. (I'm amazed I post to my blog as often as I do, considering I have so little to say, LOL.)
The analogy I keep using is the road to publishing is like Dorothy's journey in the Wizard of Oz. When you're unpublished, your goal is to reach Emerald City. You think that's the end of your journey, that's where you'll find the Great and Powerful Wizard who will send you to the place of your dreams. Except when you reach those beautiful green gates (You get the call or the email), you discover that Oz still lays miles away at the end of a winding road up the side of a distant mountain.
Oh, it's a beautiful journey with great eye-opening vistas, with the occasional panic thrown in when you get too close to the edge of the path and are sure you'll plummet thousands of feet to your (published) death. And as you get closer to the top the air seems to thin and it gets hard to breathe. Then once you reach the top, you find yourself back on the yellow brick road beginning your trek all over again.
But oh, man, what a trip!
(Credit Yyyes over at flickr for the photo, and apologies to the Beatles for twisting their title.)