The truth is that I've been waiting. At the end of Febraury or the beginning of March, I submitted Michael Drayton, Detective Guy to the Emory Goes Novel contest, which is a new thing that is being sponsored by the Creative Writing Program of Emory University's English Department, where I am employed. The contest is limited to those who are either Emory students, faculty, staff, or are members of the Friends of the Creative Writing Program, and it was supposed to close on February 1st, but that got pushed back a month.
In April, I got notified that Drayton had been selected as one of the 10 finalists and was asked to submit the complete manuscript. Since then, I've been occupying a fine set of tenterhooks that I keep on hand for just such contingencies. I am hoping to keep from going completely out of my mind until some time next week, although I have always been precocious.
Waiting is hell on earth. If there is a physical hell that isn't just everyday life, I would suggest that it is nothing more than the line to go to see God. And when you finally get to the front of the line, He's on his Lunch Break and you get sent back to the end of the line again.
I will post the results of the contest once I know anything, which is when I will start shopping it again. And if you need me for anything in the meantime, just look for the guy on the hooks.
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