Sunday, November 14, 2010
It is six years I started writing my book. It is six months I landed in my teeny tiny apartment. I need an office. Right now my office is my laptop computer, file cabinet, printer, spiral notebooks, hard covered books, soft covered books, books, books and more books and any place I can place them safely temporarily. In the course of relocating, renovating and restructuring my life, I have set up, packed up, unpacked and reset up my office so many times in so many locations, I have lost count. I may as well paint an upside smile on my face, stick a poppy red balloon where my nose is, place everything on a rolling cart and join the circus.
Through the heat of summer, din of hammers, sawdust, paint fumes and sweated workmen, I persevere.
But, today I celebrate.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. And it isn't a screaming locomotive headed my way.
This time next week, I will have an office. The news is more than I can stand. I can hardly wait!
Do not address a query "Dear editor" or "Dear agent." Do your homework and find the right person's name.
"There's nothing worse than being cornered by a writer at a party and listening to him drone on, with every other sentence beginning As I say in my book."--Betsy Lerner
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
If I can write a book, so can you.