The Waiting Game
Anytime I tell someone I have written a book, they get really excited and want to know what it’s about. It’s funny because they have no idea whether its good or not, but they are excited anyway, as if I said, “I stood next to Adam Sandler in an elevator once.” Something about the fact that I wrote a book, seems amazing for some reason. At the same time it means absolutely nothing. For one thing, I honestly don’t even know whether it’s good or not. I think its good. The few people who know me, who have read it, tell me its good. But that means nothing. (No offense to them). For another thing, getting a book published, if you are an unpublished writer, is almost as hard as doing a back bend 9 month pregnant.
First you actually have to find a literary agent that you think fits…
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