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I've been having a problem with constantly comparing The Last Gods to Private School, which is dumb because they're not at all the same book and I shouldn't try to make them the same. Still, Private School was such a different tone of book for me to write, and Melinda and others really enjoyed it, and The Last Gods is so different that I wonder if anyone will like it. Or like it as much. What I need is another day at Griffin Pub, drinking Coke with cherry grenadine, and talking about the book with Ian, while he also tells me about Ecclesia. But, Ian is in Chicago. Forever. Well, maybe not forever. But for a long time. A couple of weeks ago I was soaked by another rainstorm of rejection letters. I should be writing new queries to new agents, but it's disheartening. I'm not even being rejected by publishers, but by agents, for crying out loud! Part of the problem is I don't know where in the market my stories fall. What genre is Private School, really? Or The Last Gods? That's all for now, I guess. Not an exciting entry, but I think most of the people who used to read my diary have forgotten about diaryland anyway. |
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