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.
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.
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I sent out the first of a new round of queries on the cookbook today...
And man, do I hear you about "where did my old body go and how did I get trapped in this one." I don't like it, Sam I Am.
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We will be query mates. Slogging along. Ruining our livers.
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And I hear you on the "offensive people" thing, but...well...there will always be people out there whose personal views I find abhorrent, who still manage to write wonderful prose, and someone will always be out there publishing it. I don't judge a house on the behaviour of its authors.
Querymates! Yes! Let's do it. I'll go get the gin.
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How are you with bourbon?
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When I go RIGHT after work (5:30 or 6), sometimes I have to wait fifteen minutes or so for a treadmill. That's the worst I've ever seen it. I really like going later in the evening, 7 or 8 PM, so I can just chill out on the treadmill and watch NCIS or whatever for an hour.
That said, I've seriously considered taking a long lunch break and working extra hours at night so I could go to the gym in the early afternoon again. Non-peak is pretty damn nice. And you'll get more attention from the trainers who teach the less popular mid-day classes. I went to a core class one time that was just me and one other woman. It was FANTASTIC.
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Oh, this is so fantastic! I would love to see your Medusa tale there. :) (E-mail me why you have mixed feelings?)
*sending love about the rest* I just took the day off and slept mostly.
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I want some potatoes.
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I promise I will read it very very soon. It's just, clients keep turning in their damn manuscripts on time, and those always jump to the front of the list. Sorryyyyy.
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Oh, gosh. Please don't worry about it. I wasn't complaining about you at all. I think you haven't been around for the years of frustration with the agent I started out with. She promises me she'll read and then won't answer my emails and doesn't get back to me at all. This go round she gave the new draft to her intern to read. I've almost completely given up on her. I don't mind waiting to hear back, but she never gets back to me. Then she emails me out of the blue and asks me how it's going and asks for my next rewrite. O_O She's a friend, but yesh.
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And yeah, I know industry folk like that. It's pretty irritating, but... eh, what can you do?
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(eugh. I think my comma-shaker got too much of a workout up there.)
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Yeah, my lovely athletic body got stolen by the Crohn's Gnomes.
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