Chapter Seven of Children of the Resolution completed, I today allowed myself to briefly consider who I’m going to approach first when the time comes to place it. This is the part I genuinely hate. With good reason. My experience with publishers — however much encouragement there’s been (and there has been a lot) — has not been good.
But this time it will be different (my mantra.) I have a unique, semi-autobiographical novel that deals with a very specific moment in time, a time of promise largely unfulfilled, a time of naivette and badly applied ethos — a time of happiness and sadness, friendship and growing self-awareness. I knew these people, and, indeed, I was one of them. In a couple of cases, I still know them. And all of their stories deserve to be told — more to the point, deserve to be read. Preferably by millions.
So I know who I’m approaching (I was going to say “first”, but I’m determined to be positive; there will be no second.) I’m starting by submitting to the largest agency in Europe and they’ll agree to represent me if I have to dangle them out of a window by their feet
No prisoners. Children of the Resolution will succeed.
(Cue Rocky music.)