A while ago my novel, Speaksong, reached what I suppose I can call it’s “ending” (it has altered, lengthened and shortened since then, hence the quotes). Since that sort of happened two years ago I have been working with mentors and friends to edit, rewrite, delve deeper, and rip it apart to put it back together again a hundred different ways. Now, after all of that work and rereading my opening chapters quite probably a couple hundred times, I’m easing into what I’ve only imagined doing — sending my novel out.
Angela Sylvia 