Write, write, write, right?

Re read my sad, sad, blog from, holy crap, three years ago? WTF. Get on with your life woman.
Get on with my life? Okay, I will thank you very much.

Submissions are going out daily. I will be published this year, possibly next year. I have it on great authority that I am a pretty good writer. My husband said that and my sister, which is quite a happy surprise. 

I write almost daily now, not out here of course, but somewhere, on my computer, on Brent's computer, on a sheet of paper, on my grocery list, and I have finally had a revelation that no one will read my genius unless I get out there and show it around. With that in mind I have sent my manuscript to the comma guru, aka Missy, and she has stayed up late and worked weekends fashioning all sorts of sweet ways of saying 'this doesn't make sense' and 'whaaaat?' I also think she is having a comma stamp made so she doesn't get carpel tunnel. Big thanks to her for all the love she has shown me and my writing.

Brent, my hubby, gets a big shout out as well. He tries, and tries to get me to see what he's saying, but it's like he's the teacher or parent on the Peanut's tv show and I just can't understand what he's trying to get at. Sometimes I even accuse him of trying to secretly change my manuscript to be the way he wants it and not how I intend. Bless him he never admits it. It's really quite funny. One time, after writing and rewriting and revising my 2nd query letter I had him read it. He got to the last paragraph, the one I was having trouble with and blurted out "This part's crap." Then he flinched. I laughed and put him at ease before I punched him. He never saw it coming.

So long story short, I am still writing and I will endeavor to write out here more. I will try to balance my life a bit more and get up earlier so it's easier to do. I will also try not to be as hormonal or sad as I was in my last entry. Suffice it to say I was sliding down the wrong side of the butter knife, but now I am balancing on the edge.