Years.
As in – I had to search through my old Yahoo mail account to pin down the dates.
I wrote the thing, and I even got representation. A literary agent who had little in common with me or the subject matter, but saw potential in the work anyway – which I saw as a good sign. She worked hard to try to find a place for it, but alas. It didn’t happen.
But , perhaps not alas. Perhaps there was a reason. After all, there’s a reason for everything.
Over the years, I’ve thought about publishing it on Amazon Kindle or going some other self-publication route. But I’ve been stymied by the fact that as time goes on, certain references render it dated. And I’ve also wondered if my tone was right. It’s about teens, but it’s not really a young adult novel. But it’s not written at an adult level, either. I liked the story and I liked the characters and I thought I was saying something that needed to be heard in this tale, and I often wondered if it was worth a rewrite with a better sense of audience.
Well, I’ve moved on. I have other things I’m trying to write now, other tales to tell. So I decided to just put this up on Wattpad for anyone who wants to read it and might benefit from it. We’ll go old school and serialize it. I’ve no idea how you’ll respond to it or if any aspects will give offense. I tried to say true things in this story. Which is really all I ever do.
Chapter 1: Nothing Else Occurs to Me
Charlotte was Both 