That’s not my head. It’s a time bomb. Can’t you hear it ticking? Note to anonymous someone at work–Yeah, why don’t you give me hell for something that is in no way my responsibility? gotta get published, gotta get published, gotta get published. my head hurts so damn much my face is tingly.
So with my heart afire and my resolve cemented, I have once again leaped on the editing bandwagon. And I cut over a thousand words. Yay me! I also e-queried another agent. That’s it for my list that accept e-queries, now I need to get on the ball with the snail mail. It’s TIME. This
whee! I got a trackball to replace the full-size mouse. This is fun! I’m not sure it’s going to work because the thing is even larger than the full-size mouse, but it’s definitely fun! And the motion is different, so we’ll see. Bly wanted to go to Office Depot and Borders today. Office supplies and
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Today was Bly’s birthday. As part of her present, I promised not to bite my friend Thomas no matter how obnoxious he was. And I didn’t. Not when he declared outside the restaurant Bly wanted that “this place isn’t worth a forty-five minute wait.” Not when he told Hope to “just go” to the restroom
When I weighed the pros and cons of inviting Bly to share a home with me, I missed one of the most fun parts. Back when Mary was my roommate, it was kind of annoying. Mary had a hormonal problem that made her kind of hairy, and she was a very muscular woman anyway. It
I’m getting to appreciate Hope’s kindergarten teacher more every day. That wonderful woman emailed me every day. Hope’s teacher last year was pretty good. She never emailed, but she was careful to let my friend know what kind of day Hope had every day. This teacher has apparently been saving up problems for the conference.
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That might work. Only I don’t like what it says about my writing. Tonight I spent all evening trying to cram my 134,000 word magnum opus (dear God, I hope it’s the biggest book I come up with…) into a one page synopsis. Mission accomplished! Yay me! Damn that was hard. I worried for a
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