Well, Final Edits to my agent. it is off. Done and Done. For this round at least.

The good news is, I like it.  I really like it.  I still weep at parts of it.  I've made relationships stronger. Ari is much more Scarlet O'Hara-y than he used to be, but I think it suits him. Tamris realizes her clock is ticking, and we'll deal with poor Alexion in the sequel. Poor, poor Alexion.

So we'll see what happens next. Hopefully it finds a home now.  At least, out of my hands.

And you know, I still think that ancient history? It's fantasy without the elves and orcs.

My agent has asked that I rework some of the dialog in The Book. The great news is that she's going over it carefully with a fine tooth comb and wants it to be perfect.

The hard part for me is that I am starting to get tired of going over and over and over it.

However, she's been doing this a very long time. I respect her. I shall rework dialog.  As M said, 1. It's just picky little things, not like she's saying there's a crack in the middle of the book, and; 2. at least you know she's giving it serious attention.

So all good. I'll try and be fresh and bushy tailed  over it. Tomorrow.

Revisions are done. This morning I emailed the MS to my agent and I feel strangely bereft.

Hopefully, sometime this year some publisher will want the book and then I will have their revisions to do. Right now, it seems extremely strange to not be going through chapters, fixing this, scrubbing that.

It was nice to discover I still weep at parts. It was nicer to see it's become a much, much stronger book than when ironymaiden read it. I'm pleased about that.

I feel empty-handed. How odd.

My assignment is to get a blurb, a bio, and the revisions to three chapters finished by Monday so my agent can begin shopping the book.

No one cares about my bio. The three chapters have to wait until this weekend, but I've toiled over the blurb, and I'm pretty pleased with it.

In Egypt, in Alexandria, they built a marvelous Lighthouse that dazzled the heavens, and a marble library that contained every book in the world. In Alexandria, a king married his sister and founded an empire. In Alexandria, seventy scholars gathered in secret to write the scrolls that became the Bible. In Alexandria, a young Egyptian woman became physician to an exotic queen and held the fate of empires in her hand, but couldn’t control her own heart. In Alexandria, a Jewish scribe with the soul of a scholar hid the mind of an assassin. Murder lay around every corner and deceit behind every smile. In Alexandria, they said women had no souls but some proved otherwise. Soldiers from Greece and Rome came with a price tag, and new weapons burned water and melted stone. In Alexandria, three paths crossed: physician, scribe, soldier. Their choices shaped the world.

In Alexandria, whispered truths became legend, and legends traveled like smoke through time.
n Alexandria, what if all the legends were true?