So, here’s where we are. The manuscript stands at just under 62,000 words (61,922). People are reading it. I will take their concerns and address them and then turn the manuscript over to K. who will do a closer line edit. Then I’ll start looking for an agent.
I don’t really know how that will go. Book publishing is a weird thing. But I just know I don’t want to do it again myself unless I have to.
So, we’ll see.
It’s weird. I have exactly the kind of night I love to write. The Butcher’s gone and I’m in front of the computer, but I’m back in “letting it stew” mode.
I guess I could be researching agents or working on my elevator pitch.
The elevator pitch is tough, though.
It’s about a Methodist minister’s daughter who has an ill-fated affair with the Devil while in the middle of turning into a flock of birds.
It’s a Methodist magical realist book about a woman turning into a flock of birds and being sacrificed to Satan.
It’s a fantastical novel about a woman, her possessed friend, her rasslin’ lover, and the Devil.
It’s about a woman who’s pissed at God and the Methodist church, who’s turning into a flock of birds, and kind of kidnapping the Devil’s daughter. She is accompanied by her rasslin’ artist lover and her possessed friend on an adventure in ill-fated menage a trois. Troises. And there are dog people and bird people. And bird poop. And probably dog poop, though I don’t specify.
No, that doesn’t work because it sounds like the possessed friend is in on the menage a trois.
It’s about a woman who must come to terms with her upbringing as a Methodist minister’s kid in order to finish transforming into a flock of birds. While she’s in the midst of said transformation, she befriends a woman possessed by a possessed woman, an amateur professional wrestler, and a host of supernatural beings and ministers’ kids. And she has a menage a trois with the Devil.
Read my book, god damn it.
It’s a light romp through the trauma of being a minister’s kid and growing up to discover that the Devil, though an excellent lover, is kind of a jerk. Plus, birds.
Ha. I kind of like that one. Anyway, obviously, I should be stewing on that.