|Posted on April 26, 2012 at 12:00 PM|
I can't believe it's been ten years since I saw you last. But rest assured, even if no one else remembers you, you'll always have a birthday while I'm alive.
This time last year, I sent off the first thirty pages of DARK'S DAUGHTER, HOPE to Tor Books. Apparently no one there liked it, but that's just the way it goes sometimes. I don't know what they didn't like about it, of course, as they never tell you these things, but five months later they finally sent back a really drab rejection form letter that had clearly been smudged through a bad photo-copier several times. It's the personal touch of these people that makes all the difference, don't you think? And I'm going to remember that.
Anyway, I was proud of finishing that book, without planning it, on your birthday. That's just the way the universe set it up. It seemed to be fitting and gave me another connection to you.
I'm not yet certain how to solve the publishing and advertising aspects, so the only choice I have is to cut off distractions and procrastination, and keep on writing. We'll just see what happens, and where it goes, if anywhere - not that it matters in any cosmic sense, as you already know.
Since you're dead, you won't be reading this, but I'm still alive, and I miss you.
I love you.