Kim and Jacob both got sick late yesterday. Both were sick most of the night. So I was up taking care of them and stayed home from work today to continue. They’re a bit better, just tired from all the puking. Kim was supposed to go see Billy Idol in concert tonight with her sister. Looks like I’ll be going. I’m not a big fan … but the ticket is paid for.
Lantz forwarded another rejection on Amara’s Prayer last night. It was disappointing. He’s going to try some religious publishers. I’m fine with that, but have my doubts they’ll be interested in a book with adultery, male prostitution, drug use, murder and some, umm, “tweaking” of Old Testament stories. But, we’ll see. I’d rather sell it to a good small horror press than cut those elements out of the story to suit the Christian market.
Lantz also suggested we go ahead and start marketing The Prometheus Syndrome soon since it is a more traditional horror tale. The reasoning being that most publishers will want a multi-book deal with an author they can build on, then we slip Amara’s Prayer back into the mix.
Kim and Jake are asleep. The others are hungry for lunch, so I’ll feed them and get to work on The Prometheus Syndrome edits.