So, after almost two years in the writing (and researching, planning, editing and endless rewriting), my lovely agent submitted the novel to some publishing houses this week. It's a curious feeling, that all that effort, the above mentioned blood, sweat and beer, has come down to an email attachment arriving in some editor's inbox. And now we wait for the verdicts to come in.
Meanwhile, on the subject of waiting, I was wondering, if you found yourself washed up here, with only one book at your disposal, would it be a novel, a collection of poetry or a book of short stories, to keep you company until help arrived, or didn't? And if you want to name the book, all the better.