15,000 words ago I started writing a book. Now here I am.
At my house.
I wrote a lot and every time I tried to read it back I fell asleep. So I sent what I had to a couple of friends and after they woke up they were all like, "Hey Gina, ummm, yea...no." The consensus was I should try and write it more like I write this blog instead of a bedtime story.
So I re-vamped it and I'm actually pretty happy with what I've got so far. I've got the beginning and most of end down, the middle is a bit shoddy.
It's hard man, writing a book. And after you've written it, then what? You either self publish it or shop it around and either way it's a ton of work. Yet it feels like everyone is doing it. And I can only imagine that 99% of people who write a book think that theirs is brilliant. Like who the hell am I?
"I was broke, then I gambled, then I had all the money, then some stuff happened, then I lost the money, then I gambled some more, then I had all the money, then some other stuff happened, then..."
I did add hookers and jail within the "stuff happened" parts. So there's that.
I don't know, I'm writing a book and I'm going to publish it by next year. There I said it, now I have to do it.
The internet told me I only need 1,000 loyal followers online to have a solid start when I begin marketing. So if all of you would tell 332 of your closest friends I should be set.