As If I Knew
I'm lurching along with the manuscript editing, which is the relatively easy part, and really fumbling with how to simultaneously work on what comes next: finding reviewers and possibly a paid editor, deciding about book size, paper type, font and such; and beginning to decide about how to get this between covers. What I am secretly hoping is that one morning in a shaft of blinding light a giant hand will come down from heaven (you know the one--with the index finger benignly pointing my way in a beckoning fashion--and snatch up this black three-ring binder with the cover taped in three places and instantly hand me back the completed ouvre with a dazzling cover, published by Algonquin Press with glowing reviews. Then I wake up.
I don't know how much I'll put out in draft form. I do know this is lonely business and I've gotten used over the past three years to having company in my staggering passage through WriterSpace. I can't help but offer you a place in this reeling field trip that may someday become a book.
Since a few of you read the first installment (which I now know is not a foreword but more of a preface) I have converted the file format to pdf, and if you couldn't access the first part in Word format, I've changed it--as well as the first part of Chapter One uploaded just now--to Adobe pdf and you should be able to fetch it regardless of operating system.
Nothing Ordinary: Reflections from Nameless Creek--a book in gestation by Fred First