Pop open the champagne, baby!
If only I weren't too sick to celebrate. Still, I must sound my barbaric YAWP* over the [barn] roofs of the world, for I have hit FADE OUT again--this time in my latest revision of PLOWING UP A SNAKE.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to each and every one of you who helped bring the October reading to life and/or who provided helpful comments afterwards.
Next step? Re-read it for continuity and typos...and re-read it again. Then send it off to yet another producer who has requested this latest copy. This is it: time for Merle Drown's timeless novel to finally make its way to the big screen. Wish us luck!
(The barbaric YAWP is, of course, verse originally constructed by Walt Whitman, used here in reverence to his indomitable spirit and undeniable genius. The photo is one of my crazy angles taken of the enormous barn on my friend Amy's family's place in Madison, NH, last autumn.)