I intend to submit another book this week, before my daughter gets out of school for the summer. Of course, today she stayed home with laryngitis, so I've been busy running for more chicken noodle soup, another glass of water, or to change the channel on the TV. It's hard to juggle being a writer and a mom. That's not news. The submission will have to wait.
The book itself is only done in draft, so all I'll be submitting this week is a synopsis and the first four chapters. I think they are strong and ready to go, but I would like a couple of uninterrupted hours to read everything over before I press send. I want this to be a strong a submission as possible.
This will be the second novel I've submitted this year. I finally turned in the whole manuscript of The Dangerous Type earlier this month. That's the Hong Kong-style space opera revenge story. I'm really pleased with how it turned out, but I haven't heard back yet if my agent has started submitting it. I've decided not to panic about that for another month yet.
She already has the completed manuscript of Wish You Were Here, the book of cemetery travel essays I turned in last August. So once I get some solid reading time, she'll have three books of mine. Hopefully, someone out there will want one or more of them.
I expect to spend the rest of the summer finishing The Death of Memory, assuming of course that Hannah wants to see it. I think I have another rough chapter or two, then the draft I have will be pretty close to the draft I turn in. It's just running shorter than I would like it to. I need another subplot.
I don't know what I'll do after that book is finish. I have a book of morbid essays that I'm tempted to finish up. I think I'll run it by Hannah first, but it may end up being my first experiment with making an ebook. I mean, I would buy a book of personal essays about visiting a cadaver lab and attending a friend's first piercing, but I don't know if it's the sort of book that is selling to big publishers these days. It's just that the book is close enough to done that it would be a crime not to finish it. I'm calling it This Morbid Life.
After that, I'd like to start something new. Maybe I'll find my plate is clear in time for Nanowrimo.
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