More than a month a goes by, and still no prologue. It’s finished to be sure. Read over it three times, scrutinizing every line and word in front of me. Paranoia and fear run rather deep, however. I need another detective’s eye, a fellow literary and writing guru as myself. Luckily, blessed? I have friends, fellow English Majors who will read over the story for me. Hopefully they hold no punches. I’m much too sensitive to be humored for the sake of feelings. Besides, I have no time for that shit. I really want to publish this book.
And there in light is the real quandary, do I continue with the blog and through much effort and paranoia self publish? Or do I attempt the traditional route, writing query letter, synopsis, outline, purchase a few hundred stamps and envelopes, and wait impatiently at the mailbox for that rejection letter? Do I put my life’s work in the hands of an agent or myself?
Some would argue vehemently for and against both options, and both sides would make valid points. Maybe I’ll try both. If anyone out there is listening, please, some advice would be wonderful. I, and no one should for that matter, am above helpful suggestions.
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