I met with my thesis advisor tonight via phone conference, where we planned out the next three semesters of work. Three semesters? Yes, three. We figure with the massive project of writing a novel ahead of me it would be better to spread it out so I don’t half-ass it to fit a crunched deadline.
He used the terms, “agent-ready,” and “career move.”
You know that feeling when the roller coaster lurches forward and you can’t stop the machine and you can’t jump out and you’re grinning like an idiot because you know you’re just going to have to scream and laugh until it comes to a stop?
That’s where I am right about now.