So I was all set to put Book One in the virtual drawer. After sixteen years, too many iterations to count, and a truckload of agent rejections on the partial and full, I was finally ready to kiss Book One goodbye, perhaps to be revisited in a year or so.
Just as I made this decision, an agent requested the first fifty pages.
God is either testing me or rooting for me. I'll assume it's the latter. The partial goes out tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I'm 9,400 words into Book Three, a magical chick-lit novel. My laughable goal is to finish the first draft by October 31. Yeah, this year. Let's see, that gives me ((counts)) 60 days to crank out just over 70,000 words.