I haven't even finished editing Spirit Song and already I'm thinking about the sequel. Don't tell. I know this is not smart. Just this morning I received a kind rejection letter from an editor. He suggested I re-format the story as a script, or for film. While I think those are interesting ideas, I haven't let go of the novel's lure. All I know is novels.
Well, that's not true. I've written scripts before. But these were scripts for private high school productions. They were very specialized, very specific in their structure, and very primitive. I don't know anything about the official formatting of a script. Nor do I consider myself a script-writer. Again, I know novels. I've spent my whole life reading novels. I'm attached to the structure, to the ups and downs, to the narrative.
I suppose I should take the advice I was given and file it along with all the other advice, on a special shelf for consideration. It's got to be a hefty shelf, given the sort of stuff I'm getting back. I keep telling myself that few of the greats ever sold right away. Even Rowling suffered multiple rejections before she became a giant. And I'm not aiming for giant. Maybe I should. I don't know.
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