Waiting for the Sky To Clear

We've come to that point in time in Oregon where the sky is perpetually gray, the streets have that never ending glazed sheen of wetness splayed over them and the yard is nothing but one big mud hole. Cutting the lawn, even on the days when it's not raining, is as effectual as taking your life into your own hands. I have heard (true story) that one home owner was out trimming the grass, got caught in a bog hole somewhere in the middle of the lawn, and sunk to his death. His wife found him sometime during the following spring when she went out to fix a clogged sprinkler head, turns out it was her husband blocking the riser. It was a simple fix really, she just moved him out of the way and the irrigation now works just fine (thank you very much).

With that same outward vision of gloom, the inward reflection seeks for the skies to clear. For over two years now I have been writing, rewriting, editing, editing editing my first novel, Zeke Proper and the Sacrifice at Alder Cove. A young adult work of fiction, Zeke Proper is the story of a 14 year old maverick who battles the worst of the Norse gods and their spawns to rid a small fictional town of an ancient curse. It's full of sleuth, blood, gore, and yes, there's even family related themes: you know, love, forgiveness, togetherness. I entered this project knowing next to nothing about the process of bringing a work of fiction, or any writing for that matter, from the computer screen to a publisher. So far I have only gotten as far as a literary agent, but that in itself is a huge success. At this point I am waiting for word from the agent as they search for the right publisher. I'm told it could be a long wait. So until then I will continue to write and blog. Please keep up with me on this adventure. Perhaps the skies will clear and my anticipation and anxiety will be rewarded.