May 19th, 2010

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Quail Talk

I am in that hellish authorial hinterland of Waiting To Hear How The Sales Meeting Went. This is the meeting that determines whether they’re actually buying more Dragonbreath, or the bread wizard story, or nothing, or everything, and thus whether I am gainfully employed through next year or at the end of this year, I am pitched back into trying-to-sell-the-next-book mode.

So I’m chewing my nails down to the quick and waiting for The Word.

In the meantime, there is art.

My original plan was to change up the colors and do the piece in red and violet-blue. After about six hours, I over painted most of it what I had in heavy Mars black, stamped “Art is Hard” on it white ink, and threw it into a corner of the studio, hopefully never to be seen again, and did this instead.

Original for sale, prints available, 6 x 8 mixed media. Now, back to biting my nails...

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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*exhale*

We have good news from the agent. I can’t get into details, because we don’t have any, but it looks like they definitely want more Dragonbreath. Bread Wizard is also positive, but they don’t want to slow the momentum of Dragonbreath, so it will most likely happen, but not immediately. (Apparently sales is convinced that other publishers are gonna be doing books in this particular style, in part because Dragonbreath is doing well, and is determined that they not be allowed to get out ahead of us. I will admit that once I finished laughing hysterically, I felt bad for the hypothetical artist of these hypothetical books. I would like to meet them someday. We could weep in each other’s arms for awhile.)

I hear back early next week with hard numbers on how many and how much, but hopefully I’ll be gainfully employed for another year at least.

It occurs to me that there may actually come a day when a publisher dangles a check in front of me for sums that break my heart* and I wipe the drool from my chin and say, in broken tones, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so very very sorry, but I cannot do another Dragonbreath or I WILL DIE.”

But hey, it’s not today! I still got a couple of those left in me at least…

*Mind you, it actually doesn’t take much to break my heart financially. Deep down, I am still living in a one bedroom apartment with $300 a month rent, eating ramen and Hamburger Helper and having to spend my birthday money on toilet paper.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.