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 They have a special event for unpublished authors.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.
Yes! I finished my novel today!
It was an effort, I ripped off roughly 5,800 words in the last two days, but boy! was it worth it. I wanted to do it this weekend, and I did!
For many years I have been a person who started things and never finished them. Now it's the second time I that I actually finished a real, tangible, fullbodied novel. This time it has about 130,000 words, which would relate to about 500 pages in print, depending on how it's set.
The only thing still missing is a publisher, but I hope my agent is hard at word finding one. I know these things take time, so I'm trying to be patient. They have only been trying to market my series for about half a year. They also started at the top and are working their way down. Again, that takes time. However, if you feel like it, wish me luck. I can use it. :-)
But for today, it's celebration time! I finished my novel!
... and I'm bored. Really bored, and that hasn't happened for a long time.
I'm alone, and I don't even feel like writing or picking up a book or surfing the net or even playing a PC game. In fact, if it weren't so early, I'd probably go to bed. In reality I'll probably continue to pick away at translating my first novel from German to English. If only I wasn't feeling so ... blah.
Kao Lakh is closer than I thought
I just found out today... Gods.
Yesterday I was told at work that neighbours of my boss lost their son and family at Kao Lakh in Thailand. Today I checked the obituary in the newspaper, more out of sympathy than anything else.. The name I saw was familiar... I know those people!
The woman used to study with me and my husband, even though she was much older than us. Her son had a good job at Hong Kong, a young wife and a little boy, just three days shy of his first birthday. I was shocked before, I cried at those pictures before, but... I'm devastated now.
*reaches for the next pack of tissues* Sorry.