Rainy Day Blues

I guess I should start by saying that I've finally finished my first full-length novel. My proud bundle of joy, is a lovely 401 pages long and about 86,000 words. I couldn't be prouder.

Of course, now I've got to proof, edit, and revise. This time around, I haven't read and reread my story so many times that I'm sick of it. No, I'm reading it almost as though I'd never seen it before. I think I love it. I find myself chuckling because I'm picturing myself like Tom Hanks on 'Castaway', you know:

"Look! Look what I have created! I. I have made a book!"

Except I don't have a Wilson to share in my triumph. Sure, I did run around my house shouting, 'I Dudditz!' (thanks Stephen King for 'Dreamcatcher') with my dog watching, no doubt wondering what has come over her normally self-composed mommy. But now...now, the novelty has worn off and its back to work again.

Not that its a bad thing. I need to clean this story up so I can start sending it off for the Great Hunt for an Agent/Publisher. Will I be bloodied from the hunt? I hope not. I've read so many articles and blogs about the rejection, but I think I can handle it. What I really fear, is the acceptance. If I was that excited about finishing the book, I'll probably burst into tears if I got a contract. Who knew I was so emotional?? Other than my family, that is.

Anyway, this rambling blog is coming to an end with the cessation of the hellish weather I'm hearing right now.