April 29, 2002
Just got back from the New York City KISS Convention. It was a good escape from my normal life, and I gathered quite a bit of material for future books.
I just received the final notes from my current editor (my sister, Heather). I hope to finish corrections this week so I can focus on figuring out copyright and licensing details. Next stop: writers conference next month.
In the car on my way back from NY today I started thinking about all the people I told about my KISSfiction idea when I conceived it at Thanksgiving time. I was so fired up by the thought of it that I knew it had to be something special. I hadn't written anything of substance since Mom died almost exactly a year earlier. She was a writer, and I feel like the timing was more than coincidental. Some people believed me when I explained the idea; some thought it would never happen; and a few actively tried to tell me why I couldn't do it. Now I feel as confident as ever. As of last week, I have business cards that say "writer" and this wonderful little website. I am steadily closing in on legitimacy.
April 30, 2002
I hit the public library last night and did some research on literary agents. It sounds too good to be true. Now, I just have to get one.
I loaned my laptop to a coworker tonight. I feel like I have no identity without it. I'm using my work computer to keep my momentum going. Perhaps I should hit the library again.
The reality that my father called me on Friday to tell me he was getting married ON FRIDAY is starting to sink in. I can't imagine that this news won't help me in my writing career. Such drama...
May 1, 2002
I checked a bunch of books out of the library last night to learn about copyrights and literary agents. It looks easier than I thought (to ask permission - not necessarily to obtain it). My friend, Andrew, who reluctantly agreed to help me meet and seduce Gene Simmons with my idea might be off the hook.
My goal of paying off my mortgage with my book is still strong in my mind. I like that I have a dream that is quantifiable. Confidence is still high. At an end-of-year bbq this afternoon I had it in the back of my mind that someday I won't be here anymore. I had the same sort of feeling last month when I was in L.A. As I rode to and from the airport along palm tree-lined streets, I wondered what it would feel like when I live in California as a successful rock & roll novelist. It seemed very real. (continue to May 2, 2002 or jump ahead)
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