It’s been a long time since it was an idea, a long time since I wrote it, and a long time since the last revision. Several chapters in, I recalled a tweet from a writer friend about how she read her old work and wondered if she really wrote it. Same experience for me.
It was the most heavily edited work I ever completed, but after such a long break from thinking about it, I still noticed a few passages that could be chopped. Overall, I found myself falling in love with the story again.
I’ve accepted that its fate may be delayed. Although it was placed as a finalist in three contests, agents and publishers are confused about its genre and how to market something of this sort. I’ve received little advice. At the film festival, a producer told me it should be a screenplay. As of today, I haven’t attempted the adaptation. I’m not sure I have the strength.
If it never sees a sale, it may be the book I love the most. I know I’m not supposed to have a favorite child, but it may be beyond my control. I love that story.
