Rantings of a Frustrated Writer...

You don't have to read this. I'm just rambling on about nonsensical baloney. In fact, if I make any sense during any of this, it is purely accidental and coincidence. 

So, the most frustrating thing about writing a book? All the little steps that everyone seems to conveniently forget to mention when they tell you all about their fantabulicious experience with self-publishing. Don't get me wrong, it's still the bomb diggity. But make an adjustment. Save. Upload. Wait ten minutes. Review. Find new minor mistake. Repeat. This gets really old after the first seven times. Now imagine doing that over the course of a month. My head is about to explode. I'm so sick of the upload->wait->proof->find problem->edit->upload....yeah, it's a helluva lot better than uploading anything but a perfect manuscript, but damn. This sucks.

It also puts me in a relatively sour mood. I swear I have been overly critical, overly moody, and overly sensitive to everything and everyone lately. I was watching the news today, and they were talking about the snow up in the northern states, and for whatever reason, I started crying. Just teared up and let it loose. Then they showed a commercial about...hell, I don't even remember now, but it was stupid, and I cried over that too!! Not to mention I've been snapping at my husband and finding zero pleasure in anything I normally do lately. Maybe I really am bipolar, but I'm blaming editing.

Oh, my file finally uploaded. I'm off to proof it again, hopefully for the final time. Wish me luck!!