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Goodbye 2019!


Dear Reader,

As we near the end of 2019, I feel compelled to give thanks to everyone who's been following my writing journey for the last couple of years. During this year I've accomplished so much and I'm incredibly thankful to the people on my side who keep on encouraging me to keep on - I'm happy to let you know that I'm doing just that. Hang in there - min dae.

My latest novel is near completion and I can say, with a fair amount of certainty, that my manuscript, synopsis and query letter will be ready for send-off as soon as literary agents start accepting submissions again in January.

I've created a Spotify account. I recommend the Scatterlings playlist which lists some of the music I'v been listening to while writing this particular book. You'll also find the playlist for Supernova here, amoung others to follow.

Speaking of which, only one of my four beta readers for Supernova completed the reading assignment and returned the questionnaire. Perhaps I'll assign more beta's in the future. Or I'll just skip this step from now on.

On the poetry front, haven't had any responses via Submittable. My submissions are being processed though.

And that's all for this year, folks. Happy New Year and be safe, wherever you are.

Peace.

Erica
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