A realization for self...

 I've been trying to query for a novel that I finally finished during the pandemic but was incepted during my last year of college (2009). 

There have been a lot of ups and downs. Mostly the latter, but that's how it goes. 

But, I did make a decision regarding that one particular book. I think that self publishing it will be the way to go. I can toss as many query letters to the wind and hope someone believes in my work as much as I believe in it...but with that time there, I could have done more. And I will.


It's not that I'm giving up the concept of querying because I have other stories that might strike the fancy of different agents. But for now, it's probably for the best that I don't inadvertently hold myself back from getting my work out in the world short of a few blog posts here and there.  

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