Less than a year since I got to use this image of a Space Shuttle lifting off:
On sub: two words, two decades behind them.
My crazy romance/quest/fantasy novel is out on agented submission now, at its full 91,000+ words. Its fate is out of my hands at the moment. It reminds me of when a spacecraft enters a no-contact zone millions of miles away. Mission Control is left wondering: Will it be okay? Will it do or find anything useful? Is it going to be a worthy effort, or an embarrassing waste of time and resources?
Here’s a pause to nod back at all those years, and all those turning points that would have meant never getting this far. And then back to work, because I have more art to make and manuscripts to write.