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A Full Manuscript Request

Woohoo! The moment I looked away, a full manuscript request came in.

I sent out a few query letters over the past few weeks and received, in return, a couple of very quick and very encouraging rejection letters. So even more quickly, I started to feel assured that I would continue to receive the same kind of feedback, if any--good job, but not quite what I'm looking for.

So, feeling both encouraged to keep writing and motivated to find a different concept, I decided to embark upon a new round of research to lay the foundation for a work of historical fiction--no unicorn poop this time! The day I made that decision, my home internet stopped working due to a mouse gnawing through a cord somewhere down the road outside. (I kept thinking of Dr. Seuss--This is not good, and I know why. A mouse has cut the wire. Goodbye!)

But I told myself, maybe this is good. I should stop reading Wikipedia pages anyway and get some real books by people who know what they're talking about. So I decided to spend a few days touring 11th century Constantinople and Black Sea-area trading routes, via library books.

Byzantine Co-Empress Sisters Zoe and Theodora

I didn't even bother checking my personal email via satellite or someone else's wi-fi because I was that sure there wouldn't be anything important coming in.

Silly me. A few days later, when the internet was fixed, I logged in to find an agent request for my full manuscript just hanging there. Oops.

In any case, the manuscript is now sent to the agent, who has confirmed receipt and may be reading it right now. And I'm calling this a wee victory no matter what happens, because if the agent decides not to take on the book, I will very likely receive some kind of valuable feedback from one more industry professional that will guide what and how I write next.

Until then, I think I'll keep drifting down the Danube for a little while. Reading about the primal forests of Europe and the urban life of Byzantium is bringing back a rush of memories from my wilderness-loving youth and time spent in Rome and Venice that is setting my head on fire. Lying back and uncorking those sensations from the past is getting me all fired up for my next writing adventure, one that will be even more fantastical than the last, whether based in folklore or the improbable marvels of true history.

San Marco, Venezia

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