For years on New Year’s Day, I would resolve to write more and finish my book.
And for years, I made negligible progress.
When I was laid off last summer, I finished the manuscript I started five years ago. I give a lot of credit to my husband, who lovingly pushed me to get it out of my system.
I also had an editor look at it and sent a book proposal to 20 agents.
After 13 rejections, it seems the story that took five years and a mountain of self-revelation to write doesn’t tickle the mass market fancy.
So this year, instead of resolving to write more and finish my book, I resolve to explore the self-publishing market and get my book out in the world on my own terms.
(For a peek at my other New Year’s Resolutions, check out my personal blog. I will point out, for the permanent record, that I wrote 303 posts in 2011 — in addition to finishing my manuscript.)