Okay, so what I meant to say was this – the 50,000 word novel I scribbled last November has finally made it through my edit process, ending up a 51,000 word, coherent story. In other words – Hell In High Heels is done!
Or just abandoned, depending on if you go with da Vinci or not.
Now we wait.
Here’s where this novel is going next: in late February, I meet with an agent (Carolyn Jenks) who will critique the first chapter. Perhaps she will love it so much I will be offered representation, followed by a multi-book deal, then a movie deal from Clint Eastwood.
I’ll take her sugestions, fix it up, and start the long slog of sending querries out to the hinterlands.
I’ll self-publish. This may be the best, and most lucrative, option – but I am inherently lazy so if I can an agent, I would rather do that. Who needs that extra 15% anyway?
Regardless, I am done. And what is more important: I can go back to waking up at 5:30 instead of 4:30 AM, and I get to eat lunch again.
Priorities, people. You gotta have them!
Of course, there’s always the sequel to start – Hell on Horseback!