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We might publish them after all ...


This has been my one dream project. My friend and classmate Sonam Wangdue was kind enough to help me with the cover design. And then I lost all hopes. I stopped writing fictions and turned to blogging. Now I realized that does not bear much fruit either. I am one lazy blogger. 

However, thanks to Ugyen Gyeltshen and Kinzang Tshering, finally I am gaining some confidence. Thank you both. 

So, if everything goes well, Then I Saw Her Face might see the light of the day after all. Hope you will keep a close tab of this. 

And I am extremely delighted to inform you that Ugyen Gyeltshen (Tukuli as he is popularly known as on Writers Association of Bhutan blog) is soon publishing his first novel The Letter from the Mountain (tentative title). Congratulations to him. That will be one more refreshing addition to the limited Bhutanese book market. 

I am really excited. It is a touching story and a really good one at that. Please don't forget to get your copies soon.

Comments

  1. I stand firm-lets print together. LOL. Thanks for this post. Ur book is unique, people will love it.

    UG

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  2. No comments means no takers. Dont worry, we will buy ourselves. LOL

    UG

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  3. Looking forward la. Thank you. I am also looking for a publisher.

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  4. Hi Penstar, I am glad I got a copy of your book. First I read one, tried another and another that it almost cost me a night's sleep :) Seriously, it was worth.

    Simple and light yet every story had something wonderful to say. I am quite sure, your book will find readers if you just reach them through some proper means.

    I am hoping to read a novel by you someday. Thank you and good luck!

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