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Thursday, May 30, 2013

The End of the Push

Yippee!  The push is over. (You didn't even know there was a push, did you?) The words are prodded and pounded and polished.  The blood is cleared from my black and blue cranium.

Welcome to the world of the first-time author.

Whoops.  Hold up.  I don't mean to confuse you.  I'm not really a bonafide author.  Not yet.  It's only I've just finished the three awesomest chapters I've ever written in my three decades of existence.  One chapter for every year.  At this rate, I'll write the first half of a masterpiece by the time I'm a hundred.  And, yes, I know awesomest isn't recognized by the dictionary.

I now understand the "blood, sweat, and tears" expression.  It's all imaginary, of course.  Most things in fiction writing are.  But I'm now posed to bombard young adult Christian fantasy agents everywhere, and I felt like doing a bit of gloating.

Plus, in less than 48 hours, I'm leaving.  Eight glorious letters.

V.
A.
C.
A.
T.
I.
O.
N.

Oh, happy day.

Colorado, beware.