Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Another novel done, a new one started

So I just sent my newest novel to my terrific agent, Terrie Wolf. I’m a mixed bag of emotions. I can’t wait for Terrie to read it. But what if she doesn’t like it? It’s the baby I painstakingly cared for over the past several months. The literary love that I couldn’t wait to spend time with every day, even on the days it drove me crazy.

 And now what do I do? Do I take a break for a couple of weeks? Do I jump into a set of new characters? I can hear their whispers. Will and Fuzz and Krup have been waiting for me to finish this novel so I can dig into theirs, a middle grade
What to do?

Well, I guess I already know the answer to that question. I write. It’s what I do. Every day because there’s nothing I’d rather do. And since Will and his friends have been waiting so patiently, their story will be the next I’ll tell. 

Now, to dig in and start it. Here's the beginning. 

“Betcha a buck you won’t say it to Mr. Mock,” said Fuzz, wiping his snotty nose on his red baseball shirt.
 “You’re gross, dude. Ever hear of tissues?  They’re those white things sticking out of that blue box on Mock’s desk. You oughta try using one sometime. Your shirt looks like it’s been slimed by a slug.”
 “Don’t try to change the subject.”
“Hear that, Krup? Fuzz thinks I’m trying to change the subject.”
Krup, aka Kenny Krupinski, laughed.
“ I’ll gladly take another buck from you, Fuzz.  It’s easy-peasy cash for me.”


  1. Glad to know I'm not the only one who feels terror when sending a new novel to my agent. She's never given me any reason to feel terror, but I still always feel like the *next* book might be the one where she says, "Um, we need to talk ..."

    Cute beginning to your MG story! Good luck with it, and you're right to jump right into a new one. That's what I would do!

  2. I'll be sending my next novel to my agent in about one month, and I'm totally feeling the same way. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Thanks Dianne and Katherine for commenting. Keeping fingers crossed.