Well, "Jack and the Mountain" is no more. I have renamed it, "The Fountain." I did that for a number of reasons. Primarily because I felt that putting Jack in the title took away from the roles that Jill and Abe played in the story, but also because "Jack" was just a working title and, though I'd grown used to saying it, on reflection, it didn't sound that good. So, I changed it, because I'm the author, dammit. I'm allowed to.
Also, I cut the book down from 137,000 words to a still overweight 120,000. I basically took out one of the short-stories that was threaded throughout the novel. I miss the story, but as my brother said, it wasn't necessary to advance the narrative, so, there you go, hacked out! I suppose that means I have an additional short story to try to get published.
Anyway, on to finding an agent. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. It's a pretty darn, good story. Very grim and dark and the ending, well, the ending is...GREASY. :)
This post's picture is thanks to my granddaughter. She wanted to draw something scary. Then she did. Oh, she did.
Chris
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