If you're a cup half-empty person, you're always asking and answering that question. I am, admittedly, a prophet of doom. I can ALWAYS see how things can get worse. Just ask my husband. He'll tell you about the giant trees that stood majestically on our front lawn, the ones I imagined falling. Not in just… Continue reading Spontaneous 4: How Can This Get Any Worse?
I just saw O'Neill's autobiographical play, so it's on my mind. The way a piano can be on a mind. Or an elephant, digging in its toenails. I don't know if I feel worse for O'Neill or the audience. It was four and a half hours. I walked out with PTSD. To be fair, the… Continue reading Long Day’s Journey
Radio Silence. I'm learning to live there. In January (yes, January) I had several agents request full manuscripts, two of whom were veterans; one was building his list. I heard back from the list-building agent quickly. He didn't like that a dog died in my story. I've since read other agent bios where they specify:… Continue reading The Road to Traditional Publishing: A Walk, No. A Serpentine Crawl, on the Pan-American Highway
If we were having coffee I'd be smiling enormously. Two weeks ago today an agent requested my full manuscript. My reaction: eeeeeeeeck! Then another agent requested my manuscript. And...holy-too-good-to-be-true Batman! A THIRD AGENT REQUESTED MY FULL MANUSCRIPT. For my non-writer friends, this is like winning the lottery three times in a row. I've spilled my… Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: Things to Say Yay! About