Debutant Author

That's me. I AM A debuting author, and although my publisher's critic is exhaustive I do hope that this year will be the year I finally get published. They're very enthusiastic about it, which of course thrills me to the core. So I was googling my name, something I haven't done a long while, this time it was with a friend as we googled her long distant boyfriend, anyway up came two links for a previous draft of my novel that I had published online about three years ago. Suddenly I remembered that it had not only taken my two and a half years to write but was taking my a further 6 months to get through the critique from my publisher. All in all, I'll have laboured a whopping three years on this project, true it was in my spare time, but still I was somewhat speechless to consider it. Yet, as all author's will tell you, it was a labour of love. My novel, and hopefully the two books that I have half-planned in my head as a continuation, is like a child conceived and given birth to. Although not even elephants gestate quite so long as it seems this literary "child" has. I'll be dancing on the ceiling when it finally gets to print, and even if only my friends and co-workers buy it then I will feel I've achieved my goal. After all though I live and breath writing I do have a well-paid job and for monetary imbursement. So although my wildest dreams of becoming the richest woman in the world still pervade my consciousness, money isn't really the object. Getting my baby out there, and hopefully read and enjoyed as much in its reading as its writing has been. It sounds so noble, but really I just want to be able to say that I am a published authoress. Well dears, its over and out!