Realm Makers Afterglow

Welp, it’s been a heady five days. The seminars were fascinating, the fellowship scintillating, and the self-promotion alternately awkward and exhilarating. Stumping for Lorehaven was a blast, and it was great to meet those with whom I’d only interacted online; they’re all even better in person. I clocked between three and five hours of sleep per night, so the post-conference crash is proving rather brutal.

Time will tell whether A Sea Sought in Song made a sufficiently-fetching splash. I ended up delivering three very different pitches to three separate publishers: the first felt casual, the second mortifyingly stilted, and the third exultant. But in each case the initial reaction was positive, so I’m cautiously optimistic about the novel’s prospects.

That’s all for now. I’ll just leave you with a pic of me hangin’ with John Robinson, aka the inimitable Kerry Nietz of DarkTrench and Amish Vampires in Space fame.

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Making It to the RM Realm

My airline tickets are in the bag. Next month will find me hobnobbing in St. Louis at the Realm Makers writer’s conference. I’ve scheduled official pitch meetings with two agents, and aim to pique the interest of as many Industry Insiders as possible. But regardless of whether A Sea Sought in Song impresses, it’ll be fun to make the corporeal acquaintance of fellow writers with whom I’ve only spoken online.

Beginnings Are Like Incisions

Everything gets easier after that initial cut. It may prove difficult to keep the line straight, but at least you have a line. Seemingly-infinite possibilities have narrowed to what’s right in front of your blade. All you have to do is continue what you started.

Hopefully this is an apt metaphor for the process of getting a book published. I wouldn’t know, having never done it, but at least I’ve gotten started. I’m making the incision.

Work is progressing rapidly. Last year I had no idea when my writing would culminate; then I reached the moment for which I’d striven for over a decade, and a great hush fell. Six months ago I didn’t know what literary agents even did; now I’m accumulating their rejection letters. A week ago I didn’t know what a one-sheet was; today I possess one that blows away the clip-artsy examples I found online.

Oh yeah—and I have a website. With a blog.

What does this all mean? I haven’t the foggiest. Maybe my novel won’t catch on. Maybe my target audience won’t emerge from the woodwork. Maybe I’ll have to just keep doing all the work and publish the series myself.

Only time will tell. But at least my blade’s drawn blood.