Sorry for the late lack of communication. I have been immersed in preparing to send my novel out. It looks like I will be sending it out as planned on Tuesday.
There's an astonishing amount of paperwork involved in sending out a novel, none of which I'm good at. A CV of my history as a writer. A biography. A synopsis. A cover letter. A marketing analysis. All documents double-spaced, five-pace indented, titles one-third of the way down the page. All of it to be written out anew even though I'm re-sending a novel to the same publisher, because the information is old, because the editor who liked my work might not be there, and because it looks like phoning it in to re-send the same stuff.
I finished all but the synopsis and about 50% of my edit today, and am now chilling in Vana'diel. I figure I'll be finished tomorrow, but I'd prefer to give myself the extra day anyway to check over everything with fresh eyes.
Other than that, not much to report. Except - for
maidenofirisa - that Jeff Lemire's Essex County is a finalist in Canada Reads this year. It's second-biggest awards contest in terms of power to move novels, after the Giller. It's the first graphic novel on the list, and it's being championed by Sara of the band Tegan and Sara.