Infinate Abyss and other emo-ish thoughts

Well well, day 1000-ish of marketing my book. To be fair it hasn't been everyday or even week. Between the fulltime job and nearly fulltime school, it is hard to send out queries.

On top of that, I'm trying to write my second book, which is ironic because no one will even look at my first. Well, I suppose not ironic. Yes, yes I'm sounding negative and it isn't all that bad... I'm a first time writer and I expected an up-hill battle. However, the 30th rejection letter does tend to get you down a bit.

My Science Fiction short got rejected... that actually made me smile. The first couple did for my last book as well. I suppose it makes me realize I'm actually done with a work. I've decided I'm going to turn my letters into a paper mache likeness of myself. That should classify as modern art, right?

I kind of wish I kept my journals from my times writing the book. It would have been handy to look back and remember how much I enjoyed the actual writing. To be honest, waiting for replies has taken more time than actually writing.

In fact, I remember when I finished my first hand written notebook... I think I bought a drink for everyone I was hanging out with that night... That is a good policy, now that I think about it. I'll have to pick it up again.

So, here is to a major publishing house shooting me down! I'll buy myself a beer to make up for it!