Spring thaw

While the hills are green and wildflowers abound, it may be that the icejam around my novel -- the one I finished and have been trying to sell -- may be breaking. I wrote recently of posting the notes from the writing of the book and of sending out new queries. Now the editor I queried directly has gotten a fellow editor interested in seeing the manuscript. It's like a fresh hope springing up. Not that I can forget all the times I've been disappointed before, but it's good simply still to have hope.