Now It's Finished - Desperately Seeking Something...
Just when you think it's over, they bring you two more seasons of Cobra Kai. So, although the book may be finished. The work continues.... I call it work, it's not work. We've been over all that before. Passion, necessity...whatever you want to brand it. The typing has arguably stopped on the now finished novel, the work of trying to distribute it to suitable literary agents is troublesome and long. It's a whole heap of rules to follow, it almost takes the romanticism out of it. I say that now; if it's published, I'll be happy and grateful. Until then, I'm struggling and depressed! You see, the arrogant expression of genres in a covering letter, character traits peppered throughout a loose synopsis, the habit of bravely hitting submit of 10,000 words or three chapters, which ever wins. I question: 'How much is enough to reveal, in order to entice without giving the game away?' Is it not possible to let the words speak for themselves? It probably is,