Waiting...

So, I haven't written a word...duh, it's obvious since my last post was a zillion years ago. Okay, fine, a million.

I should be posting all sorts of interesting links and what not...and I will...as soon as I can figure out how to do it!

Well, I received extensive notes from Ali McDonald at the Rights Factory--she loves my ms BUT...wants revisions. Ugh. I've done them, and I think my ms is better for them. But the revisions didn't feel SO extensive that she couldn't sign me and we'd work on them together. Alas, everyone is different but I was definitely disappointed.

I asked Jennifer Laughran over at Absolute Write about her thoughts regarding revises. She felt if she loved the story, characters etc., she'd still make the offer. *sighs* I guess that's why I'm so frustrated. Ali claims she does love my story...In any event, it's not for me to understand, apparently.

So all of those mss I'm still waiting on, I'm still, um, waiting on.

T.G.I.F.

Not really. I'm unemployed so whether it's Friday or Sunday, there's really no diff.

Well, ten agents are reading my ms right now. I just got an R from Jessica Regel stating she enjoyed my writing but found the plot halfway through 'melodramatic.' I'm certain she didn't finish the ms. *shrugs* Maybe it is...but this IS a book about teenagers...and fantasy...so...?? Oh well. It didn't work for her. That's okay. This wasn't her genre anyway.

Last night at 7:30 I received a partial request from another agent. So that was nice to replace the rejection with a request.

I really need to start part deux of my series. I've been putting it off because I don't know how to bring back the bad guy. Damn JK Rowling--she took all of the good stuff! Well, I should just start...since I'm unemployed, there's really no excuse.

On a final note, there is a contest to have the fabulous Barbara Poelle read your ms. To get through, you needed to create a tag for your ms. Tags are: In space, no one can hear you scream (Alien) The truth is out there...(X-Files) So mine was Fasten your chastity belt, it's going to be a wild ride. (Virgin) It sounds a bit like erotica-haha. Anyway, small victories--I've made it through to the next round! Happy Friday!

Bastille Day!

Ok, so this post really has nothing to do with France's independence day but I needed a title.

I vowed to write on my blog everyday and I've already failed miserably. But what's a wannabe writer supposed to do when her ms is finished but she doesn't have an agent??

Well, since my ms is the first in a series of three, I suppose I should start part deux. What else can a girl do? Actually, I can think of a billion things but no time for that.

So if I may dole out some sage advice, always have something to work on vs. being a slave to your email, waiting for that offer to trickle in. A watched pot never boils...and getting away from the query process does provide a sense of freedom. Hmmm...maybe it's Bastille Day for me after all.

R.I.P.

My mom's half brother passed away today. So very sad as he was only 57. We're thinking of you Roy! Could you perchance give me a sign there's an afterlife? I'd appreciate it...it would lessen my anxiety about dying, that's for sure.

On the writing front, it was No News Tuesday. While the mail actually did come today, it brought only news of bills that needed paying, and really, who needs that kind of news? I'm also wondering how many times I can say 'news' in one post? Apparently a lot.

I'm currently reading A Great and Terrible Beauty and I have to say, it's the first YA book I've truly enjoyed. I'm hoping to write another book which would entail turn of the century details so I could write more poetically vs. "Dude, that was such a trip."

Rest in peace dear Roy...you will be missed!

A whole lotta nothin'

I wish I played the banjo. Then I could pluck away with a blade of grass between my teeth as I watched the tumbleweeds roll by.

All's quiet on the home front today. I'm awaiting several responses by snail mail and the mail didn't come today! Well, it did but there was nary a letter in the box. So nada.

Part of the frustration of the publishing process is the waiting game. You wait to have your query answered, you wait to have your pages looked at, you wait for an editor, publisher and then for your book to come out.

Oh, Susannah, don't you cry for me...wait, um, Susannah? Go ahead. Cry for me. Then I don't need to do it myself.

My first post

Wow, Madonna's song is popping into my brain..."Like a virgin, blogging for the very first time..." Ok, it's more like Weird Al's version but still. This is my first post on all things writing. I'm a gentle person, but honest. So if I think something's funky, I'll be sure to call it/myself/you on it. But in a nice way, not the catty, LA way.

Received a rejection today...yay! From someone I'd actually removed from my list. Men will never like my ms, and hey, that's ok...and especially not Mr. 63 year old agent. I won't mention names but he resides in NYC so I know that narrows it down.

My ms is 95,000 words and currently titled, PURE. It's out w/ several agents but I've heard nary a peep in weeks=a rejection. Not always, but a lot.

I'll try to think of something exciting for my next post since this is so boring. Hey, "the first time" is never the greatest...right?