This week I’m going to start an all-out assault on indie Canadian publishers. Please publish me! I’ll cry. Chirp chirp will go the crickets. And then, maybe I’ll give up.
Because of changes in the market we are only taking on projects we are really enthusiastic about reads a rejection, the lit-version of an agency saying It’s not me, it’s you.
I would be interested if you had a novel, in placing that says another No.
You have almost a novel says Geoff. Your story about faeries.
But I’m out of love with that story. Plus, it needs a Book Two.
I don’t know what to write. I don’t have enough for a novel. I only have bits. So how to stitch all my bits together and convince people that it’s a story?
I don’t know. I’m about three thousand words into my Wolf Children story before there are even wolves. I think my writing has ADD.