I’ve been in many a slush pile before. There are subs sitting out there on editors/agents desks with my name on it, gathering dust and being ignored.
But (she says with a big grin), there is one that is a true, blue sub! Yes, indeedy, folks. I e-queried an editor at a major NY publisher and she e-mailed me back nearly immediately and said she would “love” to see my proposal.
Eeek!
And (drumroll please) it’s for an erotic western. Yessiree folks, being true to who I am and looking for that editor to believe in my writing.
The very best part, y’all, is that she said I could submit the proposal via e-mail. Off went the first three chapters and my synopsis!
A bonafide submission that’s not on a slush pile somewhere. 
I’m not going to divulge who and where yet until something actually happens, but in the meantime, must finish The Treasure draft this weekend. :shock: Yes, I am kicking my own ass to finish the last 10K. So far, so good, I’ve gotten some writing done and I plan on doing a lot more later and tomorrow.
Wish me luck, y’all!
Archive for September, 2005
Yes, I did get my 1500 words in yesterday on The Treasure, but somehow I’ve become very distracted although I am SOOOOO close to the end.
It’s like the little engine that could ran out of steam and couldn’t make it up the hill. 
This weekend I’m going to staple my ass to the chair and get some serious writing done. I always get to the point near the end where I’m yelling “FINISH!!!” in my head. I think the problem this time is I need to do a little research on San Francisco in 1885. Not a big deal, but it’s like a hurdle in the road I don’t want to climb over.
Lazy, lazy, lazy. 
I want to start on my next Loose Id story (On His Knees). I want to write my sexy historical to sub to NY (The Education of Madeline). I want, I want, I want… repetitive, aren’t I?
I’m hoping I can kick my own ass and get this book finished this weekend. I’ve got 47K written, with probably a dozen scenes left to write. I know what they are, just gotta get ‘em done.
My new motto o’ the day: “Get ‘er done”
I’m trying… Lord knows I’m trying to have patience. Life is stretching my patience really thin. I am a patient person - I’d have to be with one hyperactive 9 YO and a sassy-mouthed 13 YO. :shock:
Lately though, my patience for something (anything!) to happen with an agent or a print publisher is nonexistent. It’s like, c’mon let’s go! I’m ready, ready, ready to run!
I know it can take months for a response, but as my 38th birthday approaches (gasp, less than 2 months now), I feel like I’m hitting the halfway mark in the road. I wanted to be farther along in my publishing career by now.
Patience, patience, patience. It ain’t gonna be easy. It ain’t gonna be quick. So settle on down girl and git you a iced tea and sit a spell.
That’s southern talk, y’all, for don’t get your panties in a bunch.
I have so much I want to do that I need to slow down and enjoy things that I’ve been ignoring (like reading or my kids). Keep trying but don’t expect the world to come knocking at the door today.
Did you like my pep talk? I’m hoping it will work on me, too.
That’s not brains having sex, y’all. It’s the sex of your brain. Yesterday on the Loose Id Yahoo loop, someone posted a link to another test to determine the sex of your brain.
Veddy, veddy interesting results. I tried to answer as honestly as I could and I came out as 50% feminine, 50% masculine. 
So what does that mean really? Um, that I am a hermaphrodite? Or that I can think like a man or a woman at any given point in the day? 
Even stranger, some people that took the test had percentages missing… anywhere from 1% to 8%. So they would be 74% feminine and 25% masculine. Where did the extra percent of their brain go? The mysterious beyond?
I’m hoping my 50/50 means that I can write a sex scene from either point of view and it will be accurate. Any opinions on that? From anyone that has read my work anyway. 
Take the test and tell me what your brain sex is…
I think that says it all. Not only is it Monday, but it’s getting down to the last month before daylight savings time ends (thank GAWD!) so it’s dark in the morning when I get up. It was no only dark this morning, it was pea soup foggy too. My 9 YO is looking outside, spooked out of his mind, telling me it was like “being in a horror movie” - and no, he has never seen a horror movie beyond Scooby Doo on Zombie Island.
I was at a training session on Friday so when I get to work on Monday, I’ve got two dozen e-mails from my boss asking me to do this and that and why and what and how. Blech. I need a sausage and egg biscuit from Bojangle’s. Bleary eyed and flat tailed I am.
For those of you who don’t know, Bojangle’s makes the absolute best biscuits on the planet. Yum…
I’m off to tackle the e-mails and drink a gallon o’ coffee (sorry Sasha babe but I need my coffee).
