Category: Novel
The aftermath …
My mind was on overdrive yesterday — as you could probably tell by my quarter-life-crisis post. “I used to be one of thoes creative types. And now I’m catering to them. And when I have a creative suggestion? They look at me like I’m… Continue Reading “The aftermath …”
An open letter to my gluegun:
I miss you quite terribly, Gluegun. I’m not sure what happened to us over the last few weeks. I was busy, you were … well, you were always available. But either way, we just didn’t connect. I know you are jealous with all of… Continue Reading “An open letter to my gluegun:”
Through the little window
At this very moment, there is a letter — from either a publisher or an agent — waiting in my mailbox. I can see it. The fate of my novel is just barely visible in the plastic window. Why haven’t I read it? No,… Continue Reading “Through the little window”
Oh, say can you write … by the dawn’s early light?
I did! I did! This morning I got up at 6:30 a.m., left Darling Husband and Little Dog snoring in each other’s embrace, and tiptoed to my writing desk. Armed with a mug of tea — because yeeeeeessh it was early –I wrote my little… Continue Reading “Oh, say can you write … by the dawn’s early light?”
My life as Stephen King
Well, the waiting game is finally getting interesting. I got my first rejection letter yesterday, from Publisher #2. Unlike this cute little cartoon, it was actually a very kind letter. “Rejection” really isn’t a word I would use to describe it — except it… Continue Reading “My life as Stephen King”
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