I forget how many of these I should expect before someone thinks I’ve written something worth pursuing. Even the most famous and beloved writers have file cabinets full of them, as I understand it. There’s just a lot of competition out there and I’ve got no particular platform for recognition…however, any of you that know me will likely concur that I love telling stories. Maybe my stories are only meaningful to people who know me?? I’m not sure. Every month, a few more copies of An Extraordinary Year are sold – to whom, I surely don’t know. Ragged Road has not fared as well, though I think I did a better job writing it.
So maybe that’s just life in the big city of writing/publishing. I’m still following my muse, and Seven Secrets is continuing to take shape – sometimes only 300 or 600 or 1500 words at a time. And when it’s done, I’ll start my rounds of agents again, hoping that I finally make that exquisite connection with someone who ‘gets it’ – who believes in the work.
Thanks to whoever out there has been continuing to support my efforts. I hope I don’t sound vain when I say I’m proud of my work. I hope I make you proud, too.