That means back to regular posts here on Unpublished Author’s Diary from The Naive Optimist. Back to soliciting agents. Back to being the eternal naive optimist
Factors added up that threw me off my game for several months. It wasn’t one thing, unless you want to roll out that old “You lost your commitment” thing. There were the baseball races and playoffs. Issues at the old day job and home. A really harsh rejection letter by an agent who read the full “The Murder Plague” manuscript. Things.
After I come back to it all it’s kind of like returning to a cabin in the woods you haven’t been to in a while, looking around, re-familiarizing, checking to see if everything’s still in working order, and wiping dust. And wondering, why was I gone? Why was I gone so long?
I’ll be posting shortly on what I’ve done with Eve’s Swath and what I intend to do with it now that I’ve got a manuscript of which I’m proud. And what the hell I can do with The Murder Plague, of which I’m also still proud, but in which I’ve lost faith.
These are the moments that unpublished authors must struggle through.