So the manuscript is finally done. At least as far as plot goes. I still need to print the sucker out and edit/revise like crazy - but afterwords it will be nice. A good feeling enters my heart and soul when I think about what I've accomplished with it (whether or not a publicist/PR wants to work with me or not). I am formally excited about it. I am going to pull a Molly Gaudry here - if anyone would like to read it and give me some feedback, feel free to email me. I'd love to trade manuscripts as well.
Anyway, meeting Lauren Cerand was awesome. She's a really cool person and definitely taught me a lot about the world of publishing. I can't wait to not be busy so I can use some of the information. Soon.
Lately I've been thinking about how much I hate all this 'twitter' banter everywhere I go. But just now I went to Sam Cicero's twitter and it made me think about getting one. But I don't know. Maybe its stupid but maybe it will help me promote the Definition. Thoughts?
My intentions with this blog post were to rant to you about how much I hate the world presently. But I think halfway through I realized that I wasn't mad at the world... or anything in it really... I just feel upset with my life. I'm having a breakdown I think. Am I blogging just to be another Tao Lin clone? Or do I actually have things to say? Am I worthless? Or do people actually care about me and/or anything I've done in my life? I feel like no one reads my blog because I never have anything important to say.
Am I succeeding or failing at existing?