Friday, August 14, 2015
I have several short stories and several novels out on submission right now. I am hopeful about one novel, cannot remember where another novel has even gone, and hopeful about all of the short stories. At this point I'm not querying anything with agents. Meanwhile, I'm revising a novel called Mona in the Desert that I may end up sending to a few agents, though I am not convinced that the book will have a wide appeal, as the kids say. It contains fairly straightforward writing, but the structure, I am sure, will confuse the average literary agent. A few years ago I expressed interest in writing a novel "in the shape of a cloud of leaves blown off a tree." This is that novel, I've realized. The material is not presented chronologically, or even in a linear manner, but the wind of narrative force blows most of the elements in the same general direction. If you see what I mean and even if you don't. I still have a lot of work to do with the narrative, adding and expanding episodes, inserting references to this and that, assembling the narrator's essay about how Shakespeare's plays are all about the mothers and sons in the ancient Greek tragedies, etc. A lot of work. My personal reading of fiction has slowed to a snail's pace, and I assume that will continue to be the case until the holidays, which will make Six Words for a Hat a dull place indeed. So no change there.