Winter Moon of the Winter Solstice
As I’m writing the laser printer spits out the first copy of the revised manuscript. 268 pages single-space. It’s cheaper for me to print them on my laser printer, then have Kinko’s bind them. 3 copies, two bound. One bound copy to Lonnie and Stefan, one to Lydia. Kate and I can read the loose leaf copy.
This time I’m going to put a full court press on finding an agent. If you read this and have a way to connect me with an agent or an author you know who has an agent–and are willing to share–please let me know.
Kate said the other day that I preferred long projects. I’d never thought of it that way. But she’s right. Getting to the point of proficient Latin translation still has some years ahead and I’ve already invested three. I have more degrees than make sense and each one took years. Then, there’s this whole writing thing. I’ve been at it now for over twenty years, off and on.
Each book takes at least a year, sometimes more depending on the amount of delay in getting through the rough draft. Then, there’s revisions. And now there will be a serious quest for a publisher. This time I feel good about what I’ve done. Not necessarily a good sign since writers are notoriously bad judges of their own work, but there you are.
Anyhow it feels to good to have arrived at this point and tomorrow, I plan to start Loki’s Children, the second volume of the Tailte novels.
