Doing the happy dance...
Literally.
I've just finished my edits and rewrites on Shaman Circus, my first full length finished novel! Finis. Finis!! Yay!!!
Now I can send it off to the copy-editor for grammar and spelling repairs and then onto the agents.The list is getting quite long. I'm really amazed at the number of funky agents and genre agents out there. For the longest time all I ran into were literary agents of chick lit agents orpf, god, heaven forbid, southern writer agents. Not that my books fits in a genre unless Magical Realism is a genre these days. But the mroe oepn minded the better!
And it was a pretty good weekend. I spent lots of time in the garden cleaning up the overgrowth which grows every damn day - wisteria is a beautiful pain. And then also spent at least three days out and about town, finally back among the living for the first time, real;y since my surgery. I skipped writer's group the last two weeks which may have helped me to finish the edits because I didn't fell pressured by my own sense of guilt to write something for the meetings (although I did write two poems and started a new short story) but now I'm jonesing for the writing connection so will be there with bells on this week and hopefully something new in hand.
Okay, now back to work compiling potential agents.
This moment of self-gloating is now finally over...at least for the moment!
I've just finished my edits and rewrites on Shaman Circus, my first full length finished novel! Finis. Finis!! Yay!!!
Now I can send it off to the copy-editor for grammar and spelling repairs and then onto the agents.The list is getting quite long. I'm really amazed at the number of funky agents and genre agents out there. For the longest time all I ran into were literary agents of chick lit agents orpf, god, heaven forbid, southern writer agents. Not that my books fits in a genre unless Magical Realism is a genre these days. But the mroe oepn minded the better!
And it was a pretty good weekend. I spent lots of time in the garden cleaning up the overgrowth which grows every damn day - wisteria is a beautiful pain. And then also spent at least three days out and about town, finally back among the living for the first time, real;y since my surgery. I skipped writer's group the last two weeks which may have helped me to finish the edits because I didn't fell pressured by my own sense of guilt to write something for the meetings (although I did write two poems and started a new short story) but now I'm jonesing for the writing connection so will be there with bells on this week and hopefully something new in hand.
Okay, now back to work compiling potential agents.
This moment of self-gloating is now finally over...at least for the moment!