Oh Blog, you are dreadfully neglected. I never intended to bring your nickname to fruition. But alas... It has been done.
As I said almost two years ago - in my last post - what goes up...
Goes most dreadfully down, down, down. (Sigh)
MS is a bitch. This we know, for it has shown me so. But I did not see it's hidden dancer and I got hit, diagnosed with cancer. So things have been tougher than rough. I've been through quite a lot of stuff. But I defeated that monster Big C and hoping life's on an upward tick, finally!
I gave my manuscript it's first real dose of attention in more than a year today. It's been in the hands of a professional editor (an agent who edits on the side) and I researched copy edits and went through to tighten it. For the longest time, I thought I'd have to give up. But when I read it and when others read it, it reminds me that it's meant to be told, read, shared. I read it and can't believe I wrote it. If not for the fact that I've continued writing - sometimes in the sequels and sometimes new little flash fiction diddies or poems - I'd say I was a different person when I wrote that first story. But I'm not. My life has changed but I'm still me. And that gives me hope that as long as I push forward, I won't give up on finding the one agent who matters most. The one who says, "yes."