Perhaps Tapas
Holy snapola!
Michael the Traveler might become a thing! I've submitting the first three chapters to a small company called Tapas. Thank you to those of you who have given such encouragement about the story.
A dear friend read the first few chapters and became suddenly emphatic. He was the gentleman who suggested I submit my work to Tapas. When I sent my work, I got a response the same day. I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not, but they seem like a friendly, inviting company.
What's really crazy is that they asked for an outline. Well, that's not the crazy part. I started writing an outline. Note: Michael's story was a wild exercise of freedom, so I didn't want a plot or sense. I wanted imagination and freedom. I wanted passion and emotion. When I started sketching down the outline, the basic idea, it was wild. It all makes so much sense, and it such a visceral mess at the same time. Crazy crazy crazy. But it's exciting. I hope, I pray, I plan on remaining free as I write the chapters. If I do get to publish him, I don't want to stifle the boy just because he's somehow "official."
I'm already feel the rigidity closing in around him. I don't like it. Although, I do want the next chapter I write to seem like he was merely imagining things, like he really is just stuck at an abbey as a stableboy.
Baby steps. I need a quieter place I think. Or I just need to write. Bleh.
Toodle-oo.
Michael the Traveler might become a thing! I've submitting the first three chapters to a small company called Tapas. Thank you to those of you who have given such encouragement about the story.
A dear friend read the first few chapters and became suddenly emphatic. He was the gentleman who suggested I submit my work to Tapas. When I sent my work, I got a response the same day. I'm not sure if that's a good sign or not, but they seem like a friendly, inviting company.
What's really crazy is that they asked for an outline. Well, that's not the crazy part. I started writing an outline. Note: Michael's story was a wild exercise of freedom, so I didn't want a plot or sense. I wanted imagination and freedom. I wanted passion and emotion. When I started sketching down the outline, the basic idea, it was wild. It all makes so much sense, and it such a visceral mess at the same time. Crazy crazy crazy. But it's exciting. I hope, I pray, I plan on remaining free as I write the chapters. If I do get to publish him, I don't want to stifle the boy just because he's somehow "official."
I'm already feel the rigidity closing in around him. I don't like it. Although, I do want the next chapter I write to seem like he was merely imagining things, like he really is just stuck at an abbey as a stableboy.
Baby steps. I need a quieter place I think. Or I just need to write. Bleh.
Toodle-oo.
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