Learning to write is just one of the things you learn when you sit down to do this. Learning what comes next is part of it, too. The highs and lows of acceptance, rejection, politics, timing and team work. To wit:
News from a new publisher this morning--the folks who're publishing Stealing First, a YA baseball novel I co-wrote with my sister (baseball fan and screenwriter) Joan Golden. The proofs have been put on hold again. Meanwhile, baseball season dribbles through my fingers. The contract reads that they don't have to deliver the book until mid-July, but they had assured me they'd have it to market in time for Spring Training. Spring Training has come...and gone. Today is the first day of regular season play. And I have no book, and none on the immediate horizon.
On a happier note, City of Slaughter, published by a different house, remains on two of Amazon's lists of Best Sellers:Jewish American Fiction and Jewish Literature The book has been there for a month, bouncing around between the top and bottom, but never falling off.
A third book, a children's picture book titled Where Do Missing Things Go? progresses, illustrated by talented illustrator and characturist Bill LaRoque, a local man. Should be ready in time for us to start losing things. What? We already do that? The socks? Well, as Porter the fox says, "Socks provide vitamins clothes washers need, especially the green ones, they're healthy indeed."
Somehow learning to write was so much simpler...