Told You I Was Back At It

Only a nine day layoff this time around.

Here are some things:

  1. The novel–The Birth of Birds–is indeed finished. I’ve been in the midst of an 8 month search for an agent (did I mention this? I think I mentioned this). It’s actually gone well–about 20% have asked for a full or partial manuscript–but alas, I’m down to the last half-dozen or so that have those full manuscripts and where I used to get about a rejection a week (or more), I’m getting like a rejection a month. And some of them are so kind, kind enough to live off, probably for the rest of my life. But I have an ego, like everyone else I suppose (those possibly bigger than the average ego), and it is feeling tender. So what to do?
  2. Start something new. I’ve been working on both a new novel and some short stories. I’m afraid I’m much more suited for short stories–either because of my attention span or because of the precision they require/share with songwriting. Both processes have been enjoyable and I wish I had a better memory for that because I tend to go days (sometimes 9 at a time) without working and start to get a weird brain-buzz until I get to work again. It’s good to have the work.
  3. I started playing in a band about six weeks ago. The Ruralists. We’ve had a handful of shows (including one tomorrow night) and have been working on an EP/demo and fleshing out songs from The Birth of Birds. It has been a salve or a balm or something like that. Straight up calamine lotion. I’d become so accustomed to the brain-buzz that accompanied not playing music that I’d almost gotten to the point where I could totally ignore it. Almost.

Hopefully I’ll have something more than complaints and updates in the near future. Gotcha catch a flight home from Michigan now.