I worked on the book on and off and in 2002, when I was living in Columbus, I finished the first draft. I titled it The Lobster-Quadrille. I shared the first draft with some friends, who gave me feedback, and then started work on the second draft. When we moved to Cincinnati in 2005 I didn’t have a job at first, which gave me time to write. I finished the second draft in January 2006. It was about 83,000 words long.
I did some research and found the publisher that I thought would be the best fit for my novel. I wrote up a proposal, with cover letter and synopsis and sample chapters. I mailed it off. Soon afterwards, I got a rejection letter. And then I . . . did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Why would you give up after just one rejection? I have no idea. It makes no sense.
Now I’ve waited so long that there’s a glaring omission in the text. It wasn’t meant to be a period piece, but if you were to read it now you would wonder, why don’t any of the characters have cell phones?
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