This morning brought my second rejection letter from a possible agent. My spirits sank when I scanned the boilerplate. The potential for Abigail Moore and Northern Arcadia seems so obvious to me. The speed and ease with which the second Northern Arcadia novel, HEIST, is coming together, tells me this is a viable endeavor, one I could cheerfully extend and elaborate for years to come.

One of these days, I’m going to figure out how to communicate my vision for Northern Arcadia in a way that people in the publishing industry find inspirational. Hell. Maybe it’ll even be today.