This week’s prompt is a little different.
Of course I’ll have a nice day. You just handed me my new book.
I want my book there.
I can be more specific and say I’d like it in the front window, stacked on many duplicates because the store is sure they’ll run out in a matter of days. But I’ll settle just to get it in the bookstore right now. Edited. Printed. Shipped. Shelved. No typos, please, and let the cover be spectacular.
Traditional publishing is the dream. Which includes all the wonders of querying, synopsis-writing, and stalking agent and editor blogs like my life depends on it. I’m not opposed to self-publishing (rather I think those who undertake it are insanely brave), but my dream includes traditional and I know authors still debut every year. It’s just an adventure to try joining them.
My first book is finished (now culturing in silence for its required six weeks until I take yet another swipe at editing). It’s YA dark fantasy, hitting the mark of 90 thousand words. It’s The Shamer Chronicles meets Incarceron meets Finnikin of the Rock. I’ve been writing it (or rewriting it, I should say) since I was fourteen.
I plan to start submitting queries early next year.