By the end of this week, I’ll have a working manuscript for The Mungk. Ideally, I can start sending it to potential agents and publishers after that, and maybe, if I’m lucky, within six to nine months, I’ll have a deal in place. Then it’s release, marketing, probably mostly by myself, based on what I’ve seen in regards to how publishers help authors market.
Which means building up social media. Which probably means less woe-is-me navel gazing. Things are going to have to change. Still, I can’t help but feel there’s a cold wind blowing across my dreams, a stark reality waiting to chop my head off, a la Ned Stark.
Sometimes, just when you think you’re getting started, you’re actually at the end.