All right, call it prayer or call it spells, the power of positive thinking or the warped emissions of a deranged mind, but I’m calling on all of you who have ever enjoyed so much as a sentence of my writing, to direct some energy toward my manuscript being accepted. It is, even as you read, making its way to the submissions editor of DAW Books. So rattle your beads, shake your booty, or cross your fingers, but whatever you do, do it for me. Please.
Okay. Now I will attempt to forget it for at least three months, the minimum wait time DAW posts for their slush pile. On to the next book. Time to torture Donte some more. Poor guy. Must suck, being the one I’m working on at such a rough time in my life…