This is a heavy kitty post. You have been warned. ^_^
Today brought a slight existential crisis, an hour or two of freaking out, and – at the end – a frightening realization: there may be circumstances in which I will not accept an agent’s offer of representation.
When you pick up an egg, do you know what’s inside?
You can have a general idea. The gist of white, the essence of yolk – but will they be good or rotten?
What is a roaring secret, you might ask?
It’s not hidden at all. It’s something said over and over again by those who understand it, vocally, publically, loudly: Persist, no matter how long it takes.
Obviously, things have changed around here. I’m going to be editing and altering the look of this page later, but while the grunge thing was fun, it was also completely self-edited – that is, little old me, tweaking PHP and CSS, then using a slightly different PHP and CSS for my blog.
The Sundered is complete at 105,000 words, and I am as sleepy and happy as it is possible to be.
Next, of course, comes the Big Edit, which will hopefully trim at least 5,000 words and help me to tighten the query. After that comes the synopsis, then more query-editing, and then- if all beta-readers think it’s ready to go – I will begin the agent-hunting process. Wanna see the query?
I cried a little today. I was going to keep it quiet – as one usually does – and then I thought, “Hey. I can’t be the only writer who deals with this sort of thing,” and decided a better idea would be to talk about it. [read more…]
This is going to be a good year. I won’t let it be anything else. 🙂
1.Get in better shape with even more regular visits to the gym.
2. Get that house emptied. There is so much stuff it’s absurd.
3. Write like a madwoman.
4. Find a way to ease my husband’s physical pain. I still haven’t found one yet. There MUST be something.
5. Read. A LOT. My Old Testament knowledge is definitely slipping.
6. Did I mention write? Madwoman-style? [click to read more]
Hayley’s being released from the hospital. This is good in the sense that she gets to go home, but terrifying in the sense that the doctors simply don’t know what’s wrong with her.
I have no glasses, for lo, they have gone in for repair. Squinting is not fun. However, this post comes in four parts for your convenience, and hopefully has at least a smidgen of non-blurry fun.
Behold the Foldocalypse.
This is the result of me being sick for couple of weeks and sweating through everything I own plus my wonderful husband doing tasks that involved numerous changes of outfits and a tablesaw.
Just got back from grandma’s, but I’ll be returning in a few days to move her from her country place to her city place, which promises to be an interesting exercise in patience and creativity.
“You can break any damned grammar rule you want, so long as you can get away with it. They’re kind of like speed limits.” – Jay Lake (who, by the way, is a fantastic author, if you’ve never encountered his work)
Let’s see, what’s going on? Just got back from grandma’s place, where we had a terrific time, though it’s still hard to see her struggling; I have kept up my decision to exercise five to six days a week, in the gym, first thing after I wake, and I feel good; also, still tweaking my query.
I really need to start coming up with better titles for my posts. 🙂
Okay, here’s what’s up: going for a Super Sekrit Visit to a friend soon, which will result in additions to our household.
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At husband’s workplace. Poor fellow has server maintenance all day, and since I had no intention of sitting home in the snow alone without a car, I’m here.
Seriously, in a way, I’m glad; this means not waiting for weeks. (Five months was the longest. I’d actually forgotten I’d submitted to those people.)
I will find that magic agent somewhere, someday.
Which I say because that’s two rejections already! Whew.
I’m not crazy. I hate waiting for weeks – or, in a few cases last time, months.