"Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum."
-Graycie Harmon
I had sent the manuscript to about 40
agents when I started to get some positive (albeit reservedly so) responses. I went ahead with revision while sorting through these responses, then, finally, about two weeks ago, I got one that started off with a lot of praise:
"Thanks so much for the chance to read the newest version. I again am taken by your writing style, your dark humor, your ability to craft a scene and I do think your changes make this a more fluid narrative."
Of course, it eventually ended as the rest of them have. I want to be able to sell this, but the market is bad for this kind of book right now. I'm changing strategies and sending off to small presses now. And since a lot of these agents asked me to let them know about other projects I'm working on, I'm also gathering some information on how to write a non-fiction proposal.
More importantly, I have time now to dedicate to music. My band,
Pronouns, is headed to
the studio in two weeks. My other project, Anchors and Oceans, is also working toward a full length album, but in the mean time, you can
download the home recordings for free. They're not awful.
And Vespas. I'm still riding the Vespa. About 100 miles today. My butt hurts.
That is all.