Argh!
Okay - whoever the joker is who signed me up for the Democratic National Party's online newsletter and the NRA's newsletter (which just popped into my inbox with the title "A Tribute to Charleton Heston") - you're in big trouble, buster!
Actually, I suppose it's kind of funny :P
Talked to Joel on my cell while driving into the city last night. It was funny, he's distracted and stuff because he was in the middle of composing, so he gets all apologetic, and I had to laugh. Because he's yet to call me when I'm the middle of writing, the muse has hit, and it's going really well...and anyone who calls is likely to get a snarled - "Call me back in two hours!" - with a dial tone in their ear ;P
Bible study last night was good. Am really starting to feel like I have a home/am connecting with people there, which is nice. Lots of meaty discussion, with real participation - yeah! Managed to catch up a bit with my friend Steph afterwards and make a date to do lunch this Sunday. It's still weird to see my ex there, a part of me wants to walk up to him and give him a hug, ask how he's been, if we can now talk about shallow, surfacy stuff like civil adults, another part of me wants to walk up to him, slap him upside the head, and tell him he looks like an idiot trying to be Mr. BMOC when he's twenty-seven and the girls he's hitting on are twenty-one (if that). And ask when, if ever, he's planning on growing up.
It's strange for me to be able to see through him/find him so transparent (at the same time remembering when I just worshipped the ground he walked on) and wonder why they can't. And after a moment of intense anger at him...I didn't care. If those girls can't see that he's using them to feel good about himself...they'll have to learn the way I did. I can let it go, forgive him. And I'm not responsible for what he does, or who he hurts, or warning them. (And, no, I'm not being melodramatic or bitter. Some serious stuff went down a year ago that had major fall out. He's a funny guy, cool to hang out with, great with compliments and conversation, but please, please, for the love of God, don't trust him. Please). Why am I writing this? Because I realized something last night that may not sound profound but is. I don't love him anymore. For a moment, I wanted to grab onto that - I am in love with him - it gave me my identity for so long, and hold tight, but then I let it go. And while I'll always care for him, I don't love him anymore. And God, that feels good.
Then I got stuck in awful traffic going home because they'd gone down to one lane merging onto Rte 1 in order to do construction. I hate the Big Dig!
No word or page count today. Blah. Am really wanting to be over this stupid cold still kicking its way around in my chest. But I will go to dance class tonight. The exercise will make me feel better. Really. Even though I already taught today. But that was just weights, and I really need to stretch and move.
Oooh! Just talked to my agent. Good news. He liked The Carver a lot, said it had comparisons to Charles de Lint that work well in the marketplace, and that it could be a very successful book in that genre. He also told me it needed tigthening and thought it was a little long, which surprised me (the length thing). He said the convention now has been towards shorter and shorter books. He gave me some good pointers on dialogue - that it was too close to actual speech and over-explained sometimes - and said it works really well and he'd be prepared to send it out now. But I made the call to work on it/take another pass at it with an eye towards tightening (he said no major plot changes/re-writes were necesssary) so that he'd have the best novel possible to send out. I don't want to be so eager to get something in the marketplace that it's not my best. But - yeah! - definitely sellable. Though he said adult fantasy has been slow lately.
I mentioned Soul Stone and gave him a brief synop and he asked to see it as is. Which means I'll run home after dance class tonight and read through it again ;) Oooh...wouldn't that be cool? If I sold three books in a year? I'd wear out the soles of my shoes happy-dancing! :)
- D
Okay - whoever the joker is who signed me up for the Democratic National Party's online newsletter and the NRA's newsletter (which just popped into my inbox with the title "A Tribute to Charleton Heston") - you're in big trouble, buster!
Actually, I suppose it's kind of funny :P
Talked to Joel on my cell while driving into the city last night. It was funny, he's distracted and stuff because he was in the middle of composing, so he gets all apologetic, and I had to laugh. Because he's yet to call me when I'm the middle of writing, the muse has hit, and it's going really well...and anyone who calls is likely to get a snarled - "Call me back in two hours!" - with a dial tone in their ear ;P
Bible study last night was good. Am really starting to feel like I have a home/am connecting with people there, which is nice. Lots of meaty discussion, with real participation - yeah! Managed to catch up a bit with my friend Steph afterwards and make a date to do lunch this Sunday. It's still weird to see my ex there, a part of me wants to walk up to him and give him a hug, ask how he's been, if we can now talk about shallow, surfacy stuff like civil adults, another part of me wants to walk up to him, slap him upside the head, and tell him he looks like an idiot trying to be Mr. BMOC when he's twenty-seven and the girls he's hitting on are twenty-one (if that). And ask when, if ever, he's planning on growing up.
It's strange for me to be able to see through him/find him so transparent (at the same time remembering when I just worshipped the ground he walked on) and wonder why they can't. And after a moment of intense anger at him...I didn't care. If those girls can't see that he's using them to feel good about himself...they'll have to learn the way I did. I can let it go, forgive him. And I'm not responsible for what he does, or who he hurts, or warning them. (And, no, I'm not being melodramatic or bitter. Some serious stuff went down a year ago that had major fall out. He's a funny guy, cool to hang out with, great with compliments and conversation, but please, please, for the love of God, don't trust him. Please). Why am I writing this? Because I realized something last night that may not sound profound but is. I don't love him anymore. For a moment, I wanted to grab onto that - I am in love with him - it gave me my identity for so long, and hold tight, but then I let it go. And while I'll always care for him, I don't love him anymore. And God, that feels good.
Then I got stuck in awful traffic going home because they'd gone down to one lane merging onto Rte 1 in order to do construction. I hate the Big Dig!
No word or page count today. Blah. Am really wanting to be over this stupid cold still kicking its way around in my chest. But I will go to dance class tonight. The exercise will make me feel better. Really. Even though I already taught today. But that was just weights, and I really need to stretch and move.
Oooh! Just talked to my agent. Good news. He liked The Carver a lot, said it had comparisons to Charles de Lint that work well in the marketplace, and that it could be a very successful book in that genre. He also told me it needed tigthening and thought it was a little long, which surprised me (the length thing). He said the convention now has been towards shorter and shorter books. He gave me some good pointers on dialogue - that it was too close to actual speech and over-explained sometimes - and said it works really well and he'd be prepared to send it out now. But I made the call to work on it/take another pass at it with an eye towards tightening (he said no major plot changes/re-writes were necesssary) so that he'd have the best novel possible to send out. I don't want to be so eager to get something in the marketplace that it's not my best. But - yeah! - definitely sellable. Though he said adult fantasy has been slow lately.
I mentioned Soul Stone and gave him a brief synop and he asked to see it as is. Which means I'll run home after dance class tonight and read through it again ;) Oooh...wouldn't that be cool? If I sold three books in a year? I'd wear out the soles of my shoes happy-dancing! :)
- D
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