Meanwhile, my imaginary friends have crept back into the front of my brain.
Seriously, I feel like I'll be editing this book forever. How long has it been, two years?
Not long enough, it seems.
I couldn't leave Trouble alone. I had to go picking through it again. Honestly, I was dreading it, but you know what?
I love these people. They have tons of faults, all kinds of insecurities, and not one of them likes horses, but despite that, they're fascinating. Sometimes I forget that they came out of my head.
At the risk of sounding like a loser, I've sent out a few queries to some literary agents over the last year. Clearly, none of these were The Right Person. I also know now that my query letter could be just a little bit stronger, and as of today, realized my first 50 pages could use some fix ups.
I can cut out a few superfluous sentences. Plus, I need to drop in a few hints here and there as to the awful event in the past that started the whole mess, and what kind of nastiness is about to happen.
Is it weird to dream about people I invented? They are so real to me. They are part of me.
Occasionally I get asked here about my book, and I don't know what to say. I say nothing. If you were ever wondering what's going on, all I can say is, not much. YET. I can assure you, if there's one personality trait that has kept me going with pretty much every aspect of my life, it's STUBBORNNESS. I'll plow into this slow and steady until I get some action out of this book.
I have to. Jenny and Katie and Adam and Will and Tom need me to tell their story...