Sunday Funny

No, not my cat. Theo's cat. I needed the giggle.


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Zoom!

So, to console myself for the reject, I sent another query to a new agent. Only to have it rejected in less than two minutes.

Wheeee!

Friday blahs

I didn't want to work today. I didn't want to write today. All I wanted was to be out of my office and somewhere else. It probably had to do with the fact that the sun was shining for the first time in like forever.

Of course, when I get home, I find a lovely rejection e-mail from one of my partial submissions. This one has me kinda down. The first rejection wasn't so bad, because I know that particular agent doesn't truly rep what I've written. But this one... This one has me questioning my skill, my plot, my characters, everything. And the agent didn't even say anything negative! Oh the neurosis one standard form rejection letter can breed. It's a wonder any writer is sane.

I still have two partials out, and two queries. One of the queries and one of the partials I only sent recently, so I figure I'm in for a long wait on those. And the other query is one of no interest = no response, so I figure another two weeks and I can mark it off my list as a no. And of course, I have an entire list of agents to query, after this. It's all part of the process.

I'll try to keep working on project 3. I know that these rollercoasters of emotion are par for the course, and that I shouldn't take anything as a nail in the coffin or anything. Knowing it doesn't make the disappointment hurt any less, though.

Sweet Bliss

I did blast through my writing goal today, but it was on WoW writing, so I have no progress to report on Project 3. However, any writing at all is spectacular, considering that I had Small Favor calling to me from my desk drawer all day at work.

I adore Jim Butcher. He is what I want to be when I grow up. And if you have never read any of the Dresden Files books (Storm Front is the first one) I'm not sure we can be friends anymore.

And if urban fantasy isn't your forte, or you prefer more traditional fantasies, you should try out his Codex Alera series. The first of this is Furies of Calderon. I'm just kicking myself that it took me so long to pick those up.

Ok, this is my author-crush-geek-post for a while. I tore through Small Favor in a few hours, and I may go back and read it again. Lotta stuff happened, and I want to make sure I can take it all in.

Late Night Updating

I have received another request for pages. I think I can safely say my query letter is a success. Now it remains to be seen if my writing is.

Meh

I didn't hit my word count today (missed it by about 177 words, I do believe). But at least I wrote SOMEthing. Nothing grates on me worse than the days that I stare at the blinking cursor of doom and NOTHING happens.

I finally got around to reading I Am Legend yesterday. Just the one short story, not the rest in the collection (yet). And I realized that it incorporates one of my big phobias in movies/books. (no, not zombies. though sorta) See, I get really creeped out when people are in situations that there is NO escape from. Like movies in space. Or deep underwater. To this day, I think I can only watch The Abyss because I know how it ends. And movies/books where the bad guys are all around you, and there is no where to run to, no safe place to aspire to.

That creeps me right out.

Which of course led me to imagining how I would do a story with a similar scenario. My difficulty, of course, would be in finding the new twist to put on it, something that hasn't been flogged to death like the proverbial horse. I haven't quite figured it out yet (and it may see me branching into short story writing, 'cause I don't know that I'd want to write an entire novel centered around something so bleak that also makes me have full body shudders). But if I ever do wrap my brain around a truly unique idea, we'll see how writing works as phobia therapy. (there is also that zombie novel I'm going to write someday....way WAY in the future)

Mission Accomplished

As predicted, there was no writing today, but kiddo is officially registered for Kindergarten!

Poor little thing got five shots and a blood draw today. She's had all kinds of holes poked in her. But she was a real trooper, and even thought that seeing her blood was "pretty cool, Mom!"

And we rewarded ourselves by having ice cream at Maggie Moos. She had bubblegum ice cream with gummi bears mixed in. Trust me, it IS as vile as it sounds. Yuck.