I have written three novels, one YA, one for adults, and one fantasy.
Thanks to the good efforts of Sara Crowe, the YA novel almost got published. Indeed the reception at MacMillan was so warm that my beloved and I went out and painted the town red (thanks for the euphoric conversations, Sigurður and Ari!). However, the top brass found the book “too quiet” and nixed the deal.
There were many other bites and nibbles, until the book began to feel bit and nibbled. It and I are recovering. Sara Crowe and I parted ways, as I brooded over the book “like a dragon on gold.”
The fantasy novel and adult novel have not been shopped and if I weren’t always writing something new, I would be looking for an agent.
For example, I wrote a poem about how I feel when people ask me about my novels. It begins, “Like gazelles at the crack of a gun, my thoughts….”