• I wrote two posts in February 2008. One got a single comment at the time. The other? Nothing. They were lame posts anyway.
• I was writing my second book ever. It was about zombies.
• I'd tried my hand at querying once. Made it five queries before I crumbled into despair and decided I wasn't ready, which was true.
• I had no crit partners, didn't think I would ever get them, had no idea how to meet people, and felt like a complete n00b in the writing world. I was.
• I could count the people who visited this blog on one hand—My mom, Bethany, Alisa, Tammy...that's it. My mom was the only regular visitor.
• I never thought I'd know a bestselling author.
• Writing was a big, fluffy dream full of huge advances and fame and cool people who would never talk to me ever.
• This week my blog is averaging over 400 hits a day on my sitemeter, with many more visiting via rss feed and readers, I believe.
• I am writing my 12th book, if you're just counting the finished 1st drafts.
• I've queried four projects, finally getting an agent September 2009. The project I got my agent for is no longer on sub and didn't sell. Oh, and I have a new agent, since my previous one left the biz.
• I have a wonderful crit group; some are published and have agents now. I do know people and a little about how to connect with others, but I still feel like a total n00b quite often.
• I can't count the people who visit my blog. I don't even know everyone who visits, which is overwhelming and sobering at times. I wish I could get to know everyone who takes the time to read.
• My best friend is a bestselling author, and I know a few others, too, plus a whole bunch of other amazing, wonderful, smart, real, giving authors.
• Writing is no longer a big, fluffy dream. It's something deeper and more real. While publication is still a goal, I have no delusions of it solving all my problems. More than ever, I write because I enjoy it, and I know that is most important no matter what twists and turns my "career" takes.
I just wanted to put this down because I think people sometimes forget that things don't happen over night. It takes time and work and quite a bit of luck. I've been seriously writing for five years, blogging for a little over three, and I'm still not "there" yet. Not published, at least. Is that hard to think about? Yeah, sometimes. I wonder if I'm wasting my time. I wonder how much longer I have to wait. I know there are still so many hurdles to jump and have zero delusions about it getting any easier after that deal. I'm actually pretty grateful for that. One less thing to be shocked about.
To all those who want so badly for their journey to go faster, I get you. Really. But chill out. It will come. And when I really think about it, this has all come much faster than I realized. I like where I am, but to be honest, where I was was pretty great, too.