Since finishing the first draft of my novel in February, I've ignored the warty mess. Hours and hours of editing crouched at my door, but I chose to think about other things.
However, I was finally bitten again, and began pottering. I'm up to chapter seven (of fifteen). But it's only pottering.
Then today, I remembered my spur.
I'm not against publishing. I mean, I would love to get my novel published. Who wouldn't? But honestly, I'm writing the book for myself and my siblings. The publishing world is a gritty place, and pooh-pooh as it may sound, I'm content to sit by the hearth and read my lines from a lone, jacket-less hardcover.
I would never attempt self-publishing. Yikes. However, just as I adore kits like Creations By You, I adore the idea of having a twenty-dollar, hard copy of The Jonah Bottle for my very own. So the spur in my side, the treat goading me toward the finish line, is a Lulu hardcover for my personal bookshelf.
Get to work, Noel!