imaginarycircus

I just put together a packet to submit my novel (really trilogy) to TOR. I have mixed feelings about TOR, but they publish a lot of fantasy and YA fantasy. So...

I'm still waiting to hear from three agents and expect to be stalled indefinitely by the agent I've been working with since the beginning. So waiting to hear from two agents and not hear from one is probably the size of it.

I need to make a few changes to the ms and then start querying again. Putting together this packet was a good way to get my head back in the right space. Unfortunately Saturdays are a bad day to try and work at the coffee shop, at least until about 2pm. The place is packed with weekenders.

I have to reknit a small white Totoro and I'd like to join the gym and see how that goes. I'm terrified that I'll just end up in a world of pain, but I have to try. The nice thing is that they have a sauna and a hot tub and hopefully those things will help with the pain. It's so weird that I used to run long distance and hike 14k foot mountains. Where did that body go and why am I trapped in this one?

We have too many potatoes.