So when I parted ways with Shelfstealers late last year, I spent a good 5-6 months doing some heavy duty editing, revising and major rewriting of R.A.G.E. in an attempt to get it submission-worthy again. When I felt it was as good as it was going to get without the help of a professional editor, I sent it out once again into the big, bad world in the hopes that a publisher out there somewhere would love R.A.G.E. as much as I.
Normally after I've sent my baby out on submission I spend my time checking my email obsessively, desperately hoping that R.A.G.E. is being read at this very moment and X publisher has to contact me immediately just to tell me how much they adore and want to publish my book. In between the email-checking, I would continue on with my writing, firm in the belief that R.A.G.E. will be such a rip-roaring success that fans the world over will be clamoring for a sequel.
Well, I'd already written the sequel and gotten a darn good start on the 3rd book in the series and let's face it, I was exhausted after 6+ years of constant writing and editing. So instead of twiddling my thumbs and thinking dark thoughts directed at the publishing industry as well as inward at my compulsion to write, I focused my energies elsewhere.
I learned how to crochet (courtesy of YouTube) hats, booties and blankets.
Lots and lots of flowers.
I faced my fear of tall ladders and painted the family room with the 20 foot ceilings
I turned the old Rex Jet wagon from my childhood that I'd found rusting in the field behind my parents house from this.....
And in having success with the wagon I begged the old Schwinn Tandem bike off of my parents as well, turning it from this....
....into this. It's still incomplete, needing seats, the chain put on and probably a professional adjustment from a bike shop before it's ride-able.
Now here we are in the middle of the summer and I'm running out of projects.
But that's okay because there is excellent news on the horizon publishing-wise. Stay tuned for an announcement in the next month or so.
I may even open up a word document and start writing something new to calm my underfed, compulsive writing demon.