My name is Angela
Technically, I am a writer. I have a finished draft of my first fiction novel, and I'm working on the next, but I would like to actually get paid to write. Have an agent, a publisher, and a copy of my book hardbound and on bookstore shelf near you.
Then
the awards will start coming in along with the money, the jealous
haters, and the fans.
Then it will only be a matter of time before my
tragically-predictable death and the release of a final posthumous novel
discovered in a filing cabinet full of pictures of my cat and prose
written on used restaurant napkins— assembled and completed by a middle
aged son who resented me for my fame.
The ungrateful bastard.
Where was I?
I'm still working out all kinks (such as my own laziness and procrastination) in my plan to take over a small corner of the
literary world, but in the mean time, I need to starting building my
empire and stretching my writing skills beyond work emails asking
“Hey, what are you having for lunch? I brought a lean-pocket, but I’m not feeling it. What are they having in the cafeteria?”
I have chosen a blog in order to prepare myself for the scrutiny, rejection-- and ya’ know the positive stuff that a future will bring as I attempt to scale the publishing mountain. A personal journal won’t do because the only person who could possibly mock a personal journal is a little brother or sister, and alas, I have neither.
So, here I am throwing my hat into the blogosphere.
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