It's the last day of August, and my dear sister and her husband left today to go back to Memphis. They were in town for my dad's 91st birthday! Sunday was a rare occasion in which our entire family got together and just enjoyed each other's company while celebrating my dad's extraordinarily long life.
SO. ANYway. Now I feel as though I can get things in order and put the focus back on my book. I am convinced now that self-publishing is the only way to go for me, as least right out of the gate. I have contacted at least 50 agents with no luck, save the one offer to do stand-up comedy. I would rather have screws driven through my thumbs. What I have learned is that literary agents actually believe that they are God. In fact, I wonder if they would have even published the Bible if given the opportunity. Doubtful. This a business that puzzles me and confounds me at every turn. All I know is that I love to write, and I have stories to tell.