Whew…

For the NanoWrimos among us, I suspect you’ve dented your couch and eschewed Thanksgiving as I have done (but not this year).

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50,000 words, one month, fingertips on fire, total focus.

jim carrey typing

WELL THEN. I am not quite there this year since I decided I really needed to work on those 5 novels already in the works since I began the Nano challenge.

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So, after a good chapter + that I worked on, I plowed through Thanksgiving (mostly… foodwise) and didn’t work on it and still was too full to work yesterday.

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That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

How are you doing on your WIP? Oh, and I changed the WIP I am working on. Made more sense to me to edit that one.

voices are back excellent

 

Did I get anything done…? Methinks I did!

My apathy and angst over reading and writing lasted far too long.

edit somebody sedate me

Time’s up.

Got the 1st 50 pages proofed (because I can only take fixing stuff a small dose at a time). Then about a week or so later fixed them thar errors.

Today, wrote … wait for it … synopsis, cover letter, and polished proposal.

The awesome thing right here is that an agent listened to my pitch on P2P (Pitch-top-Published) and said, send it!

shock and some

Sweet! But that was, of course, months ago when I was still having that eReader read through my manuscript. Not quite done with that process I might add.

Sent my grammar-a-holic friend the next 50 pages and the 1-page synopsis and 1-page cover letter.

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As I quake in fear.

Once fixed, I will send that into the ether and finish that read-through if’n I can’t finish it in the next few days.

Then, onto fixing one of my 3 other novels, listening to the fire.

IT crowd Moss and fire

You … you talkin’ to me? Or writin’ …?

Perhaps why writers get frustrated at themselves, their agents, publishers etc. :

Let me see if I can put it in words that even the inebriated (writer?) might understand.
– Tom Robbins  

 

drunk woman

 

Had a hankerin’ for posting a new WordPress site. WHY? Oh, heck. I don’t know. I was frustrated (wait… am frustrated) with my website, and wanted to blog.

You know, like destroy everything techy in sight. I want to throttle something. Or the infernal internet, but I’d have to talk to the man who invented it and reach the end of the .com .net .org .everything else internet-y.

writer stupid computer panda

 

Here I will not focus on forensics but on writing and interviews. (this is also a picture of an agent’s desk. And you wonder why it takes more than a month to hear back…)

 

agents desk

So this is a short post.

BECAUSE I AM EDITING.

There.