Hello and welcome to whomever may find themselves reading this lonely first post. Soon it will find itself in the company of many brother and sister posts (though how one differentiates the gender between these posts is absolutely beyond me), but for now it is the only one. The First One. Which is what I decided to name it.
I sat down this Saturday afternoon to work on my novel and found myself distracted and perusing the blog of another author. She is published and successful now, but her entries go back to before she even found an agent which I think is pretty cool. Now she can look back at all the ups and downs of her writing and publishing process.
Which is something I want to be able to do (on the chance that one day I will be a published author). But even if I never find an agent or a home for my series, it would still be nice to have all my thoughts and experiences, blood, sweat and tears in one place should I ever feel like reminiscing (or should the asylum want to figure out exactly where I hit rock bottom).
Essentially, this is what my journal will be. So stick around if you're inclined to see what the road to a nervous breakdown looks like.
