Image by Ishmael Orendain via FlickrAnd I've been writing, writing, writing.
Ecstatic yesterday to print out my fifth draft of The Land of the Lost and Found, but then strangely sad when I attached it as a PDF and sent if off to my agent today. Strange, but true, because it is out of my hands now. There were a couple of things that I didn't want my characters to do, but there they were doing them, and once you've hit the fifth draft they become real. They speak for themselves. And I struggled with the ending. (I hope it's not too neat. I strive not to have too many loose ends, but nor do I want an ending to be a pretty package, tied up with a bow.)
My agent might not even get to reading it for a couple of months. And publishers are just so darn cagey these days anyway, so I have to let it go and move on to my next project. And write, write, write.
After I sent my manuscript, I had a conference call with marketing. Word on the street is that it's pretty much all on-line now, so I'm in pretty good shape. We'll do a book contest on Goodreads. They'll send ARC's out to a few select bloggers of their choosing and let them know that I'd be available for an interview or a guest blog. (They won't organize a blog tour per se) and that they have launched a website for teens called macteenbooks, where we will "interface". Not much new information, really.
I just want it to be December 7th already!
This I have to let go too. Take positive actions, let go of the results. Let go, or be dragged.
And write, write, write!
