Selling My Soul (In a Good Way) is a weekly journal

about my efforts to get a debut novel published.

What do you write about when there’s not much to write about?

Well, there is the creaky old joke about a young minister preaching a first sermon at his (or her!) small, country church. Unfortunately, this Sunday has awful weather. Only one member settles into a pew, an elderly farmer. Having prepared for this day, the newly ordained pastor gives it his all, including preaching his full twenty (or maybe thirty) minute sermon.

The solitary congregant appears to stay alert for the entire worship service.

Afterwards, at the church’s door, the lone pew sitter reassures his new pastor that more folks will be coming next week.

“How’d you like the service?” asks the preacher.

“Well, Preacher,” the farmer replies, “if only one of my cows showed up for a feeding, I wouldn’t make ‘em eat all the herd’s food.”

So, not much to say today. Last week’s Saving My Soul related my dismal response from an editor (Ms. Edi Tor). Right now, I’m pondering a few revisionist ideas for THROUGH A FOREST WILDERNESS. Beyond that, not much . . .

No queries sent this week. No responses from any agents.

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“A successful book is not made of what is in it, but what is left out of it.” ― Mark Twain

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