Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed



After two years and nine months, a professional developmental AND line edit, five complete rewrites and gods knows how many thousands of edits, today I put the final touches on my first novel, “Lost On the Wilder Shores,” and saved it with the word FINISHED tacked on the end like a bow.

To say this is a red letter day might be an understatement.

Mind you, if an agent or editor expresses interest in the book, they will most certainly want more editing done, and I’m fine with that.

But the loose plan as of now is to query agents for representation, and after 100 rejections self-publish. If that is indeed the case, the book I finished today is the book I’ll put up for sale—and I can unequivocally say it’s a good one.