So school (and hence my job) has been on a two-week break. It’s been nice (after I recovered from my nasty illness). I’ve spent the days cleaning my house, visiting family and friends, reading books both to my kids and to myself and my gym membership started on January 1st so I went to the pool, which was awesome!
I also have been querying my just completed YA contemporary novel (this is where you try to find a literary agent in order to sell your work to a publisher). To be quite honest, I am holding out no hope really of landing one. But I do it anyways so then I can move on to my next book, which I think I will return to non-fiction which was the first book I wrote about 7 years ago when I was called to this “career”.
One of the books I read was City of Bones by Cassandra Clare. I saw the movie version and liked it, so of course I grabbed the book since it’s in one of my favorite genres to write (YA paranormal).
I liked the book (except for the ending) and would recommend it if you like that stuff, but it was depressing to read for the simple fact it made me jealous–jealous because I don’t think I can write that good of a book. It made me want to start writing another YA paranormal almost instantly–until I thought I have no inspiration at the moment.
After reading City of Bones, I believe my current novel to be utter crap and won’t go anywhere like the rest of the books I’ve written.
So now what? Well, I pray. Pray for my book. Pray I write something that will impact someone somewhere. Pray someone will believe in that dream with me as well–enough to get me published. Pray I do God’s work and not my own.
So why is this my ideal life? Because I got to read a book! I haven’t read a book outside of kids books since Killing Jesus (and that took me almost 3 months to finish)!
I got to do what I wanted to do (for the most part), which is sit around and read books. No kids activities to run to. No guitar lessons to make. No job I had to get up for…
Still, there is something deep inside of me that craves more. It craves this book (whatever that will be). It craves it more than a pregnant woman would ice cream. And the restlessness inside of me never goes away until I have it…