My First Manuscript Is Done!

I did it.

No, I did not kill my husband, but I came close a few times this past week.

My goal was March 1st this year to finish my first manuscript. My first poetry book.

My first and unrealistic goal was November of this past year. But I had only begun this past summer. I picked myself up, and dusted myself off; then I got back into the swing of writing again.

What counts is my first book manuscript is done.

I hope never to re-visit some of those old wounds. God, the wine and sad music I had to put on to even begin to write this past week. Argh!

I have wanted to do it since I was young. I told so many friends I was going to publish something, I was not sure what, but I was going to be a writer. Sure life got in the way, many excuses for me, but things seem to be clearer now.

Thanks to all of you out there who support me, encourage me, and antagonized me into doing it. Also doing it right. Two in particular via email, pointing out my bad writing habits. I have been working on them. I never really cared about my blog writing. I guess because I know I am not going to get anywhere with it. Lame huh?

Realizing I was still fucked up from Anelisa's death and my own lack of excitement for life, I had begun to work on things this past year. But I have poured myself into my writing outside of blogging.

Its done. I emailed it to the publisher an hour ago.

Now, I am waiting for what happens next.

Ah yes, the waiting game.

Now to start sending out finished work to journals, on-line and actual paper journals. I am really getting excited now!