This hill on my son’s property, charred black and bare by the High Park fire, is now lush and green. This is what hope looks like.
Recently, I went on a mini writer retreat to my son’s on Buckhorn Rd. He and his family had been fire evacuees, not knowing for 16 days if their home still stood. His house was saved by incredible firefighters who performed amazing deeds that kept the beast at bay as its lethal tongue licked dangerously close, burning what it could of the property. But not the house, a peaceful haven for family creatives, already calling me back for a visit.
I’m thrilled and excited that I’ve finished my current young adult novel, KNOWER GIRL, had it professionally edited and critiqued, and taken it through three revisions- so far. I’m shopping it out to agents, and a positive rejection from one this month made me feel a bit closer to my dream of publication. Hope.
The characters in this novel have become so much a part of me, I want to go on with them, hang out with them in new situations. Writing something new, as we all know, is one the best ways to deal with the Big Wait. It wasn’t difficult to write them into new trouble, and I was quickly 25 pages in. But then I put on my brakes and set it aside. While I haven’t given up on writing it, this is just not the right time to work on a book two when no one has jumped on book one yet. I’m very much determined to not add KNOWER GIRL to Maggie’s Shelter for Homeless Manuscripts and will keep trying and hoping to find the agent somewhere who has been waiting for this exact novel to show up.
In the meantime, I’ve started a different and new young adult novel, still in its embryonic stages, which feels very right and fresh. I’m happily flowing with its twists and turns, getting to know my characters and their world.
Let’s renew and keep our writers’ hope going.