Rage!! Rabble, rabble rabble!!

Formatting is a nightmare. An utter, indescribable nightmare.Its sheer horror is only doubled by the fact that I do not write to format.

What does that mean? Even after edits, my work is largely a jumbled nightmare. Where was that paragraph? I have no clue! Maybe it’s riiiiiight…nope. It probably also does not help that I have a habit of writing at ungodly hours of the night/morning when all my brain cares about is THE STORY.

Somehow, I managed to format my story as best as I could. No complete nervous breakdown, but some minor hair pulling and some thoughts about sitting around drinking wine out of the bottle. There might have been a few tears here or there.

I get that done to face the other looming abomination: A cover letter and a bio. If anything, I cannot write about myself. I don’t know what cripples me in that respect, but it’s something I’ve never really been able to do. If it comes up, I usually pass it off to an unfortunate spouse and say, “What the hell should I write?”

This time, I growl at it and manage to pound out two lines of an artist’s bio and a sketchy cover letter. Click “send” and the damnable thing’s done.

Who the hell said that writing a story was the hardest part about being an author?

In the meantime? Keeping fingers crossed that my work is accepted…now where’s that wine…?