Nov 27 2009

Coteau Books

Hello all,

My manuscript is still sitting at Coteau Books.  Hopefully someone there is sitting down and reviewing it and thinking exciting thoughts about publishing it.  At least that’s what I’d like to imagine.  Perhaps they are sitting there preparing to send me a rejection letter.  An editor this evening said that it is not a process of “rejection” but of “selection”.  Perhaps they should change the name of that dreaded letter?

Anyhow, in the past few months I’ve been to Coteau Books’ website a few times and read the synopses of the books that they publish.  I read one of their young adult novels and intend to read a few more.  My book seems like it would be an excellent fit.  My only hope is that they see it the same way.  And of course if they don’t it will be on to the next one.  And then the next one… and so on.  It’s a long process.

So, in a nutshell I’m asking for your support in the wait (or waits) that are ahead of me in the form of your prayers.  In truth I believe that my stories are not my own that they are gifts from God to me.  Therefore you can understand my eagerness to share them with the world.  I guess I have to wait for the doors to open, but anyone who has waited for a door to open knows how annoying that can be.  We want to call 9-11 and have the fire department knock it down with axes.  Anyone know a fireman willing to knock down the doors of the publishing world?  Just don’t tell them I sent the guy.

I’m trying to think of a way to end my posts but the only line I can think of was coined by one Ted Dekker.  He always ends with “Dive Deep” and it just seems so fitting.  Maybe I just need a good thesaurus?  Perhaps “Plunge Profoundly”?  Perhaps a cliche like “pee into the wind”?

Maybe I’ll borrow something written a long time ago by a dude named Zechariah, because I think it is fitting:

Embrace the truth,

Kayleigh


Nov 11 2009

A Silent Army in the Trees – Matt Good

What will you find

Where will you be

When you gotta trade for company

Those platic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screamin’ out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holdin’ your friends and watchin’ them bleed

Wore camouflage on halloween

A plastic bag, an M-16

Door to door and house to house

But ain’t nobody handin’ it out

Yeah, nothing’s ever what it seems

When you’re kickin’ in teeth and wishing your dreams

Just plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

My baby don’t you let me down

A world away and still somehow

Can’t shake the feeling that you’re out

With another man’s arms wrapped tight around you

At night it’s cold, we sit and freeze

Running red lights in our hum-vees

Never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be

Afraid of little kids playing in the streets

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screamin’ out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

The old man in the sky

Well he’s all ice on the outside

A muted whale out in the streets

You watch the stairs but burn the seats

Two metal legs to get along

You ain’t got much without one to stand on

Sometimes at night I hear it roll

A hundred cars long, pulling out slow

Like the engine is inside my head

Cold and dark like your side of the bed

Yeah, nothing’s ever what it seems

And even if it is, ends justify means

With plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

The old man in the sky

Well, he’s all ice on the outside

—Remember—


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