Slaving Away in Obscurity

This is not a 'woe is me entry'. I'm very pleased with where I am now regarding the book. Yes, of course I wish I was done. I want to see what happens. When I send it off to an agent, which I've  not even seriously looked for yet, it will probably be rejected. That's normal. I know at that point I will feel the urge to insist that the agent know how much I've put into this, like my blood and soul, that I've rearranged my life, made sacrifices, taken huge chances, endured self doubt and intense ridicule from my own mind. The agent will say, "So what. Everyone says that. The story doesn't move me. Go back to your sales job." I'm braced for that. It's like taking that first downward plunge on the roller coaster. You just have to get it over with and enjoy the ride. Meanwhile, I've need to shave, and shower, my hair is a mess, the coffee is getting cold, and I slave away in obscurity.

This is my unsophisticated writing desk where I've written the bulk of Parts II and III of the epic saga CREED of KINGS. On the wall is a sketch of the temple in which the main female character lives. Below that are character and scene notes.