So, after spending several months submitting my first novel to a variety of agents, I frankly became disheartened, and instead turned to writing the second, which came out fabulously well.
However, after my experience with the first, I have been putting off and putting off sending it out to anyone at all, and instead wrote a third novel, which is not so great in its first iteration, and needs a fair amount of work before it can see the light of day.
So here I am, with three manuscripts completed, out of a loosely-planned series of fourteen or so, and something marvelous happens.
A friend of my daughter’s is working with a new publisher, based right here in the Portland metro area, and she suggested that I follow them on Facebook. Checked out their Web site, and they look like a good team, taking an innovative approach to publishing in the modern era, focusing their efforts on electronic books, instead of “dead-tree” versions.
So I followed them on Facebook, and, as is my wont, I commented on a post that they put up there. I mentioned, of course, that I have been writing novels, but haven’t published any yet. One thing leads to another, and before I know it, I’ve got a personal note, asking me to send in a manuscript for consideration.
It’s at the bottom of the heap, naturally, and it will be some time before I hear anything, but I can’t help but feel pretty excited and hopeful. I know that this book is a humdinger of a story, and I think that I’ve done a pretty good job of telling it… so… maybe?