I should be the only one allowed to dictate my fate.
When you come across a trade novel with no words – only blank pages, one begins to wonder what the hell the New York Times is really doing. Fear is more realistic. I’m not one to wonder anything in this climate.
Don’t push a pusher. I came across the blank trade novel years before the years now one afternoon while surfing the internet.
“Drew a door one summer. Threw it away.”
“Probably…well…because…I punched a window.”
How my modest apartment straightened and sighed…I will never know.
Yeah….we have a pretty decent very modest roof over our heads.
Oh to first fall in love with the default only to later make an impulsive click and change your “public” “image” FOREVER!
Egads! As I am sure one may say. “Lions and tigers and bears!”
Me on the other hand, well my profile will just sit out there looking ill-equipped and out of place until the weather starts getting murky and I remember my months upon months of previous impulsive photo-swapping, password changing, unsubscribing and subscribing, account creating and destroying and notification massacre setting event I began on in the first place. Dark is more like it. I am always out venturing in the dark. Or rather, I used to.
This writer will not survive another tornado.
Note: I shall from this day forth try and find some confidence with default.
For the record, someone thinks that I need a haircut. creepy.
gonna throw something together to show one of my relatives. This never goes well. They all think I’m an idiot anyways.
A line from my novel…
“It’s like putting tomato sauce on potatoes when all we have is chicken for dinner…..”
“‘Charles’ is talking to the ocean again.”
Reality? While out on my walk today with my son, I asked him this: “What is wind anyways?”
Eh. Probably just the start of many rhetorical questions to come between him and I.
Like any of us need any of those anymore. Am I right? Go ask “Hollie” or maybe try “holly”.
Right…”i, e and y”
“Holly” doesn’t start with an “M” nor does “Hollie.” So what the hell does this have to do with Christmas? “It can’t be Christmas all the time.”
Note: I make all these posts myself. It was a “special needs” sort of day.
From now on I will try not to get irritated with whatever I post on here. I have gone back a couple times and removed some of my posts and been just as irritated later.
Pronouns? Publishers? Literary Agents?…this is what happens when ‘you’ become ‘I’ never knowing that ‘I’ was ‘you’ in the first place. So where does that place ‘me?’ Huh? Oh, I don’t care. Checking my spelling and grammatical errors is different enough.
I am beyond “putting together 5 years of writing.” Now just need to, “one thing at a time.”
Proper format for submission to publisher or literary agent?
How to trust your literary agent? Or find one that you trust?
Tighten up a synopsis for sending!
one thing at a time can be overwhelming! Any synonyms for wait? I have been done with analogies for quite some time now.
“ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ-Now I know my ABCs, won’t you come and sing with me?”
I am reading a lot to my infant son these days. He’s not even one yet, but I am looking forward to hearing him finally talk. I envy those who speak more than one language.