Nov the Eighth
And the third draft is done. I went to bed thinking about The Hillside Commons last night, woke up still thinking about it this morning. I didn’t even leave my bedroom yet, except to go to the bathroom. I don’t even know what time it is. But I do know the third draft of my first novel is done. Cover art’s all set up, PDF is exported. The project is submitted to Amazon for publishing, said I should hear back within seventy-two hours.
I did it, Journal. I really did it.
So long as I get accepted by Amazon, anyway, which I should. I don’t know what the process exactly entails, but I highly doubt they pay folks to read the self-published books. Christ, could you imagine? That honestly wouldn’t be a bad gig, but… the kind of shit you would have to read. I mean, my “The Forest Bride” subchapter is pretty bad, but imagine a whole book of “The Forest Bride.” Now imagine if it was written by someone who thought they were the world’s greatest writer and that’s why they got rejected by all the publishing companies, because their talent is that which cannot be appreciated by the… whatever. I know what I’m saying, I get the joke. You’re not real, Journal, you’re just a journal. I’m journaling for my sake, not yours.
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Wow. My first novel is actually almost published. I’m as close as I can possibly be, I’ve done everything that I had power to do. Now I must wait… so I guess I’m’a wait.
Something to think about: who do I want to give free copies to?
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~
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