Five years have gone by since the last entry. Amazing.
Life has changed drastically in those five years. All in all, it has become better, more interesting and more ... alive.
It went well. I tink I read well and managed to keep the audience interested. However, my story didn't get to be their favourite. One theory is that it was too nice, another is that it's fantasy, which is not a accepted genre among literary critics.
I'm beginning to care less about not making first place - the good part is that I got through my first reading alive and well. Every reading from now on will be less terrifying, which is very good, considering that readings are part of the job as writer.
Where is the next one?
My first reading
Yep. It happens tonight, at the literature house in my town. They have a special event for unpublished authors. Four authors share the evening, each has 15 minutes for a text, and 5 minutes for a discussion. There will be a vote for the audience's favourite at the end, and of course I hope that I'll make it.
I'd appreciate any crossing of fingers, squeezing of thumbs or any other good-luck gesture.
I started a new LJ, for various reasons, one of which is that people can add comments over there.
]Musings of a Horse
I might continue to post here, or not. We'll see.
I got a mail from my agency today. It seems that my novel has racked up six rejections from different publishers, while two more publishers have not decided yet.
Funny enough, that's reassuring. It was scary to land an agent at first try. Landing a publisher right away would have been trying my luck. Now I can work out a plan for the next round of submissions together with my agent and then let them do their work again.
The worst was not getting any answer for two months. I tried to convince myself that everything was fine, and now it turns out it is. There is nothing that should keep me from writing more.
I think spring is a good time, after all. :)