Secret Agent Man and I have been working like dogs to get my non-fiction book proposal ready. Today it goes out into the world to 12 lucky, lucky editors. It's weird too because, peeps, I'll tell you, you work on a novel for over a decade and that's what you start to believe is going to be the thing that strikes out there in your name, on your behalf, as your work. But, alas, the novel is resting right now. Maybe all this flurry from the nonfiction project will pave the way for it. Or maybe not. The more I'm in this business the more I realize that I am not in control of this ride....or of anything. I just hope for inspiration and the wherewithal to get the words on the page, and whatever happens after that is a big effing mystery. Sometimes a very depressing mystery, sometimes the kind that blows your skirt up and knocks you out. There seems to be no telling. I'll keep you posted on the progress of the book proposal.
I can tell you this, though, non-fiction feels very different from fiction. First of all, people seem to want nonfiction. Still, it's not as intimate or, I don't know, as heart-wrenching/-warming as fiction is--at least for this writer. Also nonfiction feels more business-y; kind of like my consulting work. But maybe that's good; I seemed to have figure out a formula for writing what sells and makes people happy in that realm. Maybe I can think of all the potential readers of this nonfiction book as my clients. There's an idea. Anyway, who the hell knows? I hope it all works out the way it's supposed to...or whatever.
Are you mice all having a very happy New Year so far? Keep sending in your rejections and acceptances, and I will post as they come in. It's cool to know what's happening for you.