from jobs I hate. Tired of high expectations for low pay and no fulfillment. Tired of the mall, and the suburbs, and the sunny days spent locked away behind walls of concrete and metal. Tired of waking up ready to go to sleep every single day. Tired of running in circles.
The novel is just under 51,000 words now. KC read it and offered very useful criticism. I am working on a query letter, and will begin to shop it in October.
Stage 1: Sell it.
Stage 2: Get the hell out of dodge.
But where will you go? Wherever.
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