The Beginning, or, the Other

Going on submission soon with Jaxon Spriggs and my hope is high—but in check.

This isn’t the easiest thing to do, waiting. Writers are excluded from the process in a way that if untested, will ground the author into the dirt. There’s a bounty of insecurity within the hearts and minds of the submitting author. Are we good enough? A question many of us feel is only answered in the affirmative with a lucrative publishing deal from a Big 5 house. And how realistic is that? Depends.

A plethora of luck going in opposing direction has as much to do with our fate as our talent does at this stage. Talent and story got us in the game. The winds will take us in either direction.

I have another story to tell, and with excellent timing, as November approaches. The Ghoul’s Bees has a tone unfamiliar to my other works, filled with a great deal of fun but with no less excitement, and maybe even more fear. It will pass the time as I submit to the writing gods, and to my Sibyl—the goddess of fate within the work.

Jaxon is my best thus far. I truly believe in the story, in the writing, in myself. Whether that translates into something more isn’t up to me. So, I choose to put my head down and tell the story of Gretta, of Gregory, of life at the edge of death in a retirement home.

We’ll see how it goes.