Amie Stuart ~ On the Back Porch

I know, I think, I blogged about this a while ago. And I know there are authors out there working fiendishly toward a New York contract who might want to beat me for what I’m about to say. But that day has finally arrived. The day when I’m officially NOT under contract.

I suppose the blog title is a bit misleading because I’m not actually between a rock and a hard place. Funny though what a difference a year can make. Last summer I had no agent and was officially NOT under contract for Aphrodisia (and still waiting to hear on my option book). I was TERRIFIED I wouldn’t get a contract. Terrified that I really sucked ass, this story really sucked ass, and I would also never get another agent let alone another contract. Obviously, I got another contract and another agent. And a little over a year later, I’m back where I started but not terrified. I’m actually relieved.  And over the last year I think one of the most important things I’ve learned is that I don’t have to go 70 MPH all the time. It’s okay to take the scenic route, it’s okay to take bathroom breaks on that roadtrip (esp with two kids and a full-time job. 3 cats and a stupid dog).

Not to say I’m doing nothing…I’ve got critiques to do. I’ve got at least two if not three women’s fiction proposals to write/edit/tweak, a couple erotic shorts I need to crank out for Cobblestone and Lord knows what else I”ll come up with–not to mention a kid in football and another in HS this year.

I’m even taking two days off work so I get five days off this weekend. I know, you know that. But not only will I be writing, I’ll be cleaning house *ggg*