My father recommended "Woman in White," by Wilkie Collins as something I should get "under my belt" when I was in high school. My father was always stuffing books under there; it's a wonder I wasn't bogged down. Most of his suggestions I rather enjoyed and was glad to have read, but this one I never undertook. Perhaps because it was so long, although "long" never really bothered me--I liked long Victorian novels that took me into their world, that I missed when I came to the end. But to be truthful, I enjoyed Collins' "Moonstone" more than the "Woman in White,"
Think of it as the book equivalent of an Indie film: do what you want to do how you want to do it without the interference of agents and media gurus who believe they know what the public wants. It was a leap for me to give up on the process of finding a traditional agent and publisher, but after a two year search, that went at the pace of a slow snail (standard: send me a query and if you don't hear from me in three months, query again), then if they liked the idea of the book (and a number of agents did), you send thirty pages or so, and wait for six months till they get
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