June 3, 2015: Yay! My novel is finished! Who’s the boss? I’m the fucking BOSS!
June 4, 2015: You know…I just really feel like there’s something missing. I’m better than this. I can do better. I will do better. Aah, fuuuhh…I’m not fucking done! (pulls hair out and throws wads of auburn at the monitor)
June 5-September 1, 2015: You get it, girl. YAAASSS! You know what you’re all about. NICE!
September 2, 2015: (sends file to author friend, and friend says the manuscript is not finished) Whaaaht? The fuck do you know, anyway?! YOU’RE A COMEDY WRITER!!! (has daughter read entire manuscript, and daughter cries, it’s so good) YAAASSS! I made my daughter cry! Mission accomplished.
September 3, 2015: I’ve been non-stop with my novel. I need fresh perspective.
January 1, 2016: I am absolutely in love with my novel. I’m ready to move forward.
Since January, I have been writing personalized query letters and synopses to agents, researching and submitting to small presses (one of which requested my full manuscript), and writing my next masterpiece. Writing requires patience, and working toward publication requires even more so. People like my mother have this idea that I should have already been published. Like, “Kindra, you have a book finished, why is it taking so long?” Then I have to get real with her, and sometimes realness bores her, so she only pretends to listen.
Sometimes I just want to shake her. Fucking duh, Mom! Get a fucking clue.
Mom doesn’t like the f word. She thinks I swear too much. Maybe that’s the reason she stops listening to me so often. Ha!