After three and a half years of near-daily effort, my fantasy novel—very tentatively titled A Daughter of Song and Fire—has reached a new stage: I’ve begun the long, arduous process of seeking literary representation.
The mythical quest for an agent!
Luck!
After three and a half years of near-daily effort, my fantasy novel—very tentatively titled A Daughter of Song and Fire—has reached a new stage: I’ve begun the long, arduous process of seeking literary representation.
The mythical quest for an agent!
Luck!
We can scream our despair into the void. We can blame our loss on society or the lies of our opponents or those less committed.
Or we can look at ourselves, and see how we can change to better move forward. A return to the past is impossible. Only a carefully crafted future holds any hope
We can scream our despair into the void. We can blame our loss on society or the lies of our opponents or those less committed.
Or we can look at ourselves, and see how we can change to better move forward. A return to the past is impossible. Only a carefully crafted future holds any hope