My agent just let me know that she has the submission list ready, and we’re going on sub with The Last Letterboxes on Monday. I’m not sure how I feel. Hopeful, sure, but maybe also afraid to hope too much, for fear of the crash of disappointment that may come?
I want to finish the middle grade novel the month. Preferably this week. That’s pretty fast but I know I’m capable. There’s just a lot of other things happening right now, but when is that not the case?
Homecoming is today. If I get enough writing done to feel satisfied today, I might go watch the parade. We shall see.
I’ve never written that book that starts with the scene in the small-town parade that’s been in my mind for years. I wonder if I ever will.