Four query letters went out today. More to send, so I'm not holding my breath. Yet. After writing this story and taking five years to do it, in a way I'm sad to let it go. But, I have new characters pounding at my head fighting to see whose story is chosen for telling first. Now my brain must satisfy two masters: the business of selling the first novel, and the wonder of writing a second one. Or at least a juicy short story or two.
Meanwhile, life goes on. Transplants of jalapenos, tomatoes, and wax beans will go into their warm little beds on Friday. And if it doesn't rain Saturday, I'll be poking okra seeds into their comfy box and starting seeds of basil inside where I can heat them from the bottom.
Reading an unpublished short story to the writers group tonight. If they like it, I'll submit it to The Writer magazine. More on this.
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