A change in plans

This past winter I spent an inordinate amount of time revising my creative nonfiction project about bicycling in the UK. By inordinate I mean time well-spent on making the manuscript better and the transitions more fluid and digging deeper into the emotional heart of the story.

Nevertheless, I just received a NO from the editor who hadn’t quite committed to the project, but had seemed interested. I’ll take whatever interest I can get. And, now, there’s no interest. It was a blow. I’d thought I was emotional prepared, but I think with all the other turmoil roiling around me via the news, I was laid low.

I’m currently re-calibrating future plans for the manuscript and possibly self-publishing. I’ve reached out to a few writerly friends and they’ve all been supportive. It’s just lately . . . everything feels like too much.

Another project that has been circulating with independent presses and trying to find a publishing home is a collection of short stories I’ve titled: Woman of a Certain Age, all stories about women and women voices. I’m planning on taking another pass at this ms (add or subtract a story or two) and possibly bring it out as a Kindle book.

I’ve decided when in a funk to try and claw back agency is the best medicine.

Woman of a Certain Age