THE STRUGGLES OF FINDING A LITERARY AGENT

OKAY, so I'm trying to find a literary agent and I've been looking for one for like three months and no one likes what I'm writing - I mean, it's probably terrible but getting rejected still hurts. I understand that rejecting people is part of their job but I mean, they could do it less harsh.

Every time my phone gets a notification that I've gotten a reply back I always set my self up for disaster by thinking 'Hey, this'll be the one' but still haven't gotten that yes yet.







This is what finding your soul mate must be like.

Little Change of Plans

So this is basically my anonymous blog now because no one reads this and sometimes I like to write what I'm thinking and stupidly post it on the internet so don't be alarmed if you start seeing posts about my *mmhmm* crushes.

WHYY

Right now I'm sitting in a chair, there's a pile of homework behind me that I should be doing but I'm not because I'm turning into one of those angsty teenagers. But here's the dirt on my journalism class.

So you have to understand that my journalism class that I have every other day at my school consists of the ENTIRE newspaper staff - they should probably be super respectable people but lets just face it (we're all still kids) and I have a stigma that only like 8 people understood and this sophomore or junior named Sam decided to yell it out to the entire staff and so now apparently I'm that person now.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not upset about it at all because I too am a teenager as stated in the first paragraph and I genuinely don't care what people think of me because that's their problem (as long as I'm not doing anything wrong I mean) And like nobody knew who I was and now they do which is pretty cool.

I'm not the most sociable person and even with my 'wacky' personality, I don't enjoy interacting with people I've never met.




So glad I'm moving in 2018.

I'm about to start my new book, even though my current one isn't even published yet (whoops?), hopefully I get a literary agent that wants to sign with me soon. Then again, I am only 14 years old so what do I know?

That's all for this post.

No puns.
No jokes.
No pizza.
Just a lil' update.

alrighty, so I suck

It's been like three months since I've posted something new and I'm actually kind of happy about that. This is a struggle to keep adding something new to this blog that nobody reads, which is why I absolutely think that I should try to be consistent but hope for the worst. Yep. I'm not *hoping for the best but preparing for the worst* because that's just not classy.
I think that this website will be a place I let out steam and put my literal thoughts on that way when I die, which is hopefully not for at least 70 years, my brain will be tattooed onto the interwebs.


Oh, and by the way I finally finished my novel. It took me roughly one year and ten months but it's such an accomplishment in my opinion. I'm really proud of myself and so right now I'm attempting to get it published. Well, I'm trying to find a brilliant literary agent.

10 Tumblr Posts That Perfectly Describe The Struggles of Writing

Here are 10 hilarious Tumblr posts that every writer will relate to, and more so:

This is to break the stigma I just made two minutes ago about how I was never going to do anything cheesy, because let's face it, I'd rather be imperfect than a plain, distressed Imp.

It's Official, I am Now a Blogger

Ha! This is great, my blog is all set up now. It's 4 in the morning and I haven't slept at all! I am savoring every scent of the coffee infused mug right downstairs in my sink full of dishes. I really do need to sleep, but at least it's Saturday tomorrow.
My layout for this blog is nothing special, but I have to say that I'm curious. What is this website going to look like in a month? A year? By the time my next birthday comes around? I'd insert a cheesy quote about 'how change is this incredible force that people need to breath ever so often' but no, because I'm not a sucker for those types of blogs. This is all me, raw and real.
When I wake up tomorrow, or I guess later today... I won't have a clue as to what I wrote. I got three hours of sleep yesterday, I am thoroughly sleep deprived.
 What a time to be alive.
And I know that quote right above this sentence contradicts what I just said about not quoting quotes and saying cheesy things that people are tired of hearing. Have to say, this blog is not flawless unlike the beautiful Beyonce. But you know what they say,
'To be able to climb a mountain it first must have like thousands of earthquakes and friction so it builds up or something and those quakes do a lot of damage to the wildlife around it'
That is an actual quote, said by Shakespeare. But not the Shakespeare we all know, this ones an off-off-off Broadway dude that's from the 21st century. I met him on the bus. - This is my failed attempt at humor.

Signing off,

Isobel Granger

P.S, the 1 AM tacos were pretty good, it has my stamp of approval.  

Coming Soon!

I am graciously, humbly, and jubilant - alright I don't really speak like that, but I want any ready to understand the extent at which I lack sorrow towards my almost finished, but not quite yet novel. You heard that right, I, Granger have been awarded the opportunity to publish my very own novel that I've been working hard on for over two years now.

Honestly this experience has been awarding in ways I wouldn't think, I am currently doing one of my last edits and every time I read The End at the very last page, I get this sheer exhilaration showered throughout my body. You should try doing it, even if it's just a short 2000 word story with a basic plot line. 

I am writing this at 11:10 PM, two weeks before my Summer ends and I have to get back to working at a building filled with people I don't specifically like working with, please don't tell them that. I'm going to log off now and eat tacos even though it's close to midnight. This holiday is literally throwing my sleep cycle through a blender. 

Until next time, 

Granger