two murders, ice cream socials and
I have officially begun to draft a new novel, or rather I've picked up writing where I left off a year and a half ago, midway through the first chapter of a new novel. This will slow down my reading, probably. My plan for now is to keep this particular book (or this first draft, anyway) fairly short, maybe 70,000 words or so. It feels like a short book, at least today it does. I feel very good about this one: immigrants, madmen, two murders, ice cream socials and Shakespeare references. The usual stuff, if you're me. I think I have enough material gathered that I can get a draft out of the way by summer. In the meanwhile, I will be sending out a hundred query letters to literary agents in case someone wants to rep Antosha in Prague, my beautiful story collection.