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April 22nd, 2006

The finish line

I'm finally nearing the end of Netherworld (which will end up at roughly 92K words - exactly what I wanted), and it's playing some wacky havoc with my subconscience. Doing the polishing on it over the last week, I've simultaneously realized that: 1) it's really good; 2) I loved writing it and can't wait to dive into the next one, and 3) I have an astonishingly tiny amount of knowledge as to the actual mechanics of selling a novel. I mean, I know the broad strokes, obviously, but the actual fine detail (just which agents should I approach?) seems puzzling to me.

So, two nights ago I had a dream that I backed my truck off the side of a cliff (woke up as I was going down, with appropriate panic). No psychology degree necessary to figure that out.

Then, as if to make up for its own hysterical faux pas, my dream brain entertained me last night with an episode in which I found an old videotape of my 20-year old self at a masquerade, and I was an utterly brilliant dancer, which delighted my present self no end.

Thank you, brain, for attempting to correct your errors of the previous night. Now, just how DO I write that irresistible cover letter?