Blogathon # 33: An entry about my novels

Time Posted: 1:04am EST

Since November of last year, I’ve been working on a novel. As of right now, I’m around page 270 and am very, very close to finishing. Once I’m done, I’m going to do a week or two of hard revisions, and then I’m going to print two chapters and look for a literary agent. This book has the potential to sell millions of copies if printed, cause we all know that contraversy sells and this one will be one of the biggest, possibly of the decade. All I have to do if find one agent that agrees and I’m hitting paydirt. I’m confident that my work can sell, and I’m going to try to find an agent sometime next month. I’m going to look up everyone I can online, and visit their offices one at a time in person until someone gives me a moment of their time. I’m likely going to get a lot of doors slammed in my face, but that’s what you have to take if you want to break in to this nasty and very cruel industry.

This isn’t my first novel though… but to this point I haven’t published any of my novels. I was 14 years old when I wrote my first novel. I wrote it in less than three months during my summer vacation. When it was finished it was over 170 pages and titled “War Of The North-Americans”. It was a corny book that was as bad as its title… but my first novel. When kids were outside and playing games and with their toys, I was inside… writing.

The next summer I took another kick at the writing can. It was a horror novel titled “Hour Of The Wolf”. It was a book about werewolves who could change from man to beast anytime they wanted but only did during the full moon for a specific reason: organized religion. It was your typical horror novel with blood, guts and a high body count. I was only 15 when I wrote it so my Dad was a tad shocked by this, as were my teachers. But hey, it was something I wanted to try that summer.

My third novel was a sappy piece of work titled, “In The Name Of Mercy” which was a dramatic book about a political issue that is still a hot button today: assisted suicide. It was a decent book and I worked on it for three years until I left home to to to Univeristy. I eventually lost interest in it when I got around page 200 and haven’t touched it since. That was around the time when I had my ‘poetry’ phase…

After that I wrote a zillion short stories and a lot of poems until last November when I spit out another novel. This novel is amazing and has great potential. If you have access to my favs only entries, you know what book I’m talking about and have already read exerpts to it. I’m exited about this book like I’ve never been before. Wish me luck … cause the hunt for someone to print it begins soon and if you thought this event was tough… nuff said.

Peter

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