It’s half-past September and the good news so far is the lack of a rejection from Eighth House.
First off: I found another list of publishing houses that don’t care if you have an agent. And I immediately weeded out all of the ones who wouldn’t touch my material with a 40′ barge pole.
The bad news out of this is that it raises the short list to a count of eight.
I can do this. I can be brave. I can set my fiction bread out on the internet waters and pray it comes back tenfold. I can do this nine times. Because that’s the length of my final short list. I can run the risk of rejection and hope for the reward of acceptance. I…… Continue reading Courage, Where Art Thy Sticking Place?
I’m still attempting to sell Adapting to someone, despite the fact that AR&E owes me my money back and remain out of contact so far.
Real life contains… let’s call them mistakes. Errata. Things that can and will go wrong at the worst possible moment.
In the beginning, for Ee, there was the boot. It crashed down through the ceiling of sticks and leaves that kept most of the rain off of her, and nearly smashed her hand. So she bit the leg that was in it with all the strength she could muster.
Not a dollar short, though, because I get paid today. The reason why I didn’t write this is simple and complicated at the same time: Shitty Internet. When the internet is shitty, I disperse into other activities whilst I wait for That One Gorram Page To Load. In this case, it was attempting to post…… Continue reading A Day Late…