It's been over a year. I know. But seriously, this road to publication is long and boring--are you familiar with that stretch of the 5 between SF and LA? It's kind of like that. Once in a while you'll come across a neon oasis on the side of the highway and think, I could use a milkshake. That is, if you can get over the smell of Harris Ranch. My brother calls it Cowschwitz.

I could've spent the last year ranting and raving about the ups and downs of writing in this thing, but then I would've lost that time to writing my book. And now I've finished. Hit page 391. Wrote the query and synopsis. Prepared for that stop in Rejection City. No, it's not a lack of confidence in the writing. I've done this before, and it's just one of those unavoidable things. Think pit stops.

This is where the road gets bumpy.

Writers Tip: Don't blog. Write.