This is an excerpt from an email I sent to my friends and family today. The feeling of finishing my first novel is something I will remember for the rest of my life.
Many of you have watched me disappear into the worlds of Tremont and Angenmar as I worked on "The Wings of Winter." After ten months of intensive writing, I got to type the two most satisfying words of the book today.
I am proud of the story; the characters and their journey continue to move me, even after nearly a year of sharing my imagination with them. Since last September, they have delighted me, surprised me, fought with me. I have dreamed about them and have even gotten out of a running shower to jot notes down about them. In fact, my family has put up with the invasion with grace and good humor and a lot of patience. They have been unbelievably supportive--the kids considered my daily writing goals 'my homework' and many afternoons, we would all do our homework together.
The next step is to take a week off from writing and read Harry Potter 6. :) After that, I have some light editing to do of the final 1/3 of the novel, fix some minor continuity issues, and make sure I've invented names for all the 'insert place name here's' that remain in the story. I have done some research and have located six agents who seem to be good matches for my work. By the end of the summer, I will be sending them query letters. If any of you have any suggestions or know of other avenues to approach in the publishing world, please let me know.
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Oh, and what's the book about?
The Wings of Winter is an epic fantasy novel set in a quasi-medival setting. Political conflict in the Human world and a power struggle in the world of the Aliud (a race of shapeshifters) get enmeshed through Sparrow, a half-Human, half-Aliud girl, who must struggle to make sense of her heritage and the legacy of her abilities.
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Thank you for your support, well wishes, and plain old indulgence in my quest to complete my first novel.