Every writer knows about the voices in their head. The unremitting voices hammering away as we try to tackle the laundry pile, carry on a conversation with our spouses, or even watch TV. They are rarely silent and most of the time, unless I’m at my laptop, they drive me insane. As much as they disrupt my day, I love that I’m able to pull these crazy people out of my imagination and tell their story. That’s the easy part. The hard part is waiting for the yes, waiting for validation from the publishing world that you are in fact a writer.

I’ve had some luck with a couple contests and words of praise from my readers keeps me going, but the one thing I want more than anything is to hear from an agent that my stuff is good—that I belong on the shelf next to authors I admire. But waiting stinks.

My first completed manuscript is out with a literary agent right now. She’s a new agent and she’s sifting through the many other wannabes, who want the same thing. She’s signed a few, but hasn’t sent out rejections to prolong the torture, I guess. I’m expecting a no because I’ve heard it before, but a girl can dream, right? 

So I've been participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) this year, I'm a virgin to the whole process and I'm still not sure what to think about it.  I think it's great to get my brain working, lord knows it needs a bit of warming up, but it is a lot of work. I'm starting my third week and I'm behind. The stats say I'll be done by Dec. 02, two days after the due date. So that means, I will lose. I hate losing. I like to win. I want the prize. But the prize isn't so great it is just the warm and fuzzy feeling that I hauled ass and made my way to 50k.  No bells or whistles, just warm  fuzzies, a dirty house, and kids who feel neglected by their mother.  
I'm still plugging away, though, and even if my story pulls into the station a few days past the deadline, at least I have 50,000 words to work with for my next novel. Now,  the next problem is deciding if those 50,000 words are any good . . .yikes!  

I've heard that every writer needs a blog.  I haven't been excited about this idea, to say the least.  To me, it is akin to a free reign on my panty drawer--not that you'd find anything exciting in there.  So because I want to be a writer, I'll succumb to wandering eyes on my unmentionables.  Oy! That sounds horrible.