The mere thought of finishing my revisions and querying an agent who I thought might be right for me seemed daunting. So I just didn't.
But then spring came and I started to feel like I was treading water rather than sinking. So I thought, yeah I could do 20 minutes of writing a day. And let me tell you baby, it worked!
At first it really was only 20 minutes but as the days grew, I started finding my muse again, started finding time (I've learned to become very efficient), pulled out the caffeine and wrote, wrote, wrote.
Actually I started writing like a mad women.
And in two and a half weeks it will be SUMMER. This will be the first summer I've had in 10 years where I haven't had to travel, shop for a year, and see all the relatives. My summer plans? Write a book, or two. It's going to be great. No, it's going to be awesome.
I Can. Not. Wait.