Book writing takes a long time. Perhaps not the actual story itself. A story can be as easily done as your hands typing out each word in ease for about a week. Done, a novel. Sometimes that happens for me. My novels are much longer, and I have often needed a month.

However after the initial story, comes the editing, and the querying, and the blurbs and synopsis. Many people are now doing these processes. Writing is no longer an overnight success. Too many people vying for the same place, part, time, and agent all at once.

Many wonderful books are being cast aside right now. Stories that would enlighten uplift and call to a part of you that has yet been addressed are passed over for reasons as simple as no time. No one has time to go over every book everywhere all the time anymore. This begs the question, how does a blurb explicitly convey all a book is capable of holding? My only consolation is that my blurbs do draw in the few out there reading them. Though again, time....

The curse of a very good writer is knowing you are good enough for shelf space, but not finding someone willing to set aside a few more minutes a day to make sure you get there. In a field where any chance of success is so heavily dependent on someone else it gets discouraging after not so very long when the same answer is repeated often.

Hopes for the future are not crushed in me yet. I will plow through as I know my stories are some that belong next to all the others. In one way or another this will not be the end of my writing escapades.

I am writing many stories. This gives me consolation that I will have works put forth some way or another.

So know that I have not given up. I am simply away from here in my efforts to studiously follow up on all avenues in my field of expertise. Soon I hope to give all my readers and supporters the news we all look forward to: I have a publisher.

Soon you will hear this. I am sure of it.

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