You had me at goodbye.
In case you were wondering why I've been so remiss about my blog lately, I have a fairly decent reason. I have been trying to finish a book. (Writing, not reading.) And in just two days I've already been rejected thrice--twice from my one page query letter alone and once from someone who was nice enough to read my apparently non-captivating writing! Ah, publishing. You had me at goodbye.
Anyway, this little side project has taken me the last year of cobbled together time after work and on weekends, much to the chagrin of my poor husband whose passion for outdoor activities matches my passion for this indoor one. But, it's finally to a point where I'm shopping (apparently unsuccessfully) to agents. So, if you know of anyone...
My job at mrc, which is always challenging in and of itself...has also gotten busier, so I've been working longer hours.
In other words...this blog went by the wayside. Besides, what am I going to talk about, work? I suppose I could talk about the enormous amount of lint that the dryer repair guy pulled out of our machine the other day...but that's for another post. (If you thought bugs in our light fixture was bad, wait til you see this.)
Now, before you start dusting off your shelves for a picture of me with a Pulitzer...or waiting to see me on Oprah, don't hold your breath. You're much more likely to see me drying broken tears with the pages of a rejected manuscript. So, in the coming months, if you see a girl blowing her nose on a sheet of 8x10 with 12 pt Times New Roman font and the title and author name at the top of each page CAPITALIZED! left side justified with page numbers justified upper right...just look away. She's hideous.
Also, I wrote a fabulous blog post a while back, and something happened where it got deleted. It was something about cicadas, and the fact that I haven't seen a single one after weeks of "preparing" to see the ugly little buggers.
Anyway, this little side project has taken me the last year of cobbled together time after work and on weekends, much to the chagrin of my poor husband whose passion for outdoor activities matches my passion for this indoor one. But, it's finally to a point where I'm shopping (apparently unsuccessfully) to agents. So, if you know of anyone...
My job at mrc, which is always challenging in and of itself...has also gotten busier, so I've been working longer hours.
In other words...this blog went by the wayside. Besides, what am I going to talk about, work? I suppose I could talk about the enormous amount of lint that the dryer repair guy pulled out of our machine the other day...but that's for another post. (If you thought bugs in our light fixture was bad, wait til you see this.)
Now, before you start dusting off your shelves for a picture of me with a Pulitzer...or waiting to see me on Oprah, don't hold your breath. You're much more likely to see me drying broken tears with the pages of a rejected manuscript. So, in the coming months, if you see a girl blowing her nose on a sheet of 8x10 with 12 pt Times New Roman font and the title and author name at the top of each page CAPITALIZED! left side justified with page numbers justified upper right...just look away. She's hideous.
Also, I wrote a fabulous blog post a while back, and something happened where it got deleted. It was something about cicadas, and the fact that I haven't seen a single one after weeks of "preparing" to see the ugly little buggers.
posted by Heather Gately at 10:14 PM
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