Archive for June, 2010
I sent my complete manuscript for Seeing Love Clearly off to the agent who requested it. Cross your crossables!
This has been an absolutely crazy month since she requested the “full”. She asked on May 31st and I sent it today - just shy of a month. If you will recall, I easily had to rewrite the last 1/2 of the book since the Sisters and I tore it apart. I naively thought most of the original would easily be cut and pasted into the new incarnation. Silly, silly writer. There was no such luck. But now it’s much better than it was: funnier, better conflict, etc.
I was so excited about sending Thomas and Francesca off today. It was with real glee that I shoved them in the bulk mail drop at the Post Office. I have really grown to hate those people.
Remind me the next time I write a full length novel to pick easier names to type. Names like Sam and Lou. Francesca’s brother’s name is Christian and I can’t tell you how many times I wrote Christina. I had to to a Find/Replace of the complete manuscript to make sure I got all of the typos.
Even though I talk a tough game, Ava and Kelli will tell you I’ve been a basket case. The pressure of writing FAST and then sending off my baby in a box to far away places to people who may or may not love them as much as I do…it’s nerve wracking. It’s like I sent Thomas and Francesca off to sleep away camp. I hope the other campers aren’t mean to them. I hope they make friends.
And then the minute you think of teenagers in sleep away camp the next horrifying thought leads to right to slasher movies. Jason Voorhees, you stay away from my babies!
And now that I’ve got that terrifying metaphor in my head, I’m going to roll up in the fetal position under my desk and pray the agent doesn’t take a
butcher knife to Francesca and Thomas.
If you two hear a strange noise outside, I strictly forbid you to split up and look for the source of the noise. And, Francesca, no taking your shirt off. It’s always the sluts that go first.
I know that I promised you a good post for today since, thanks to the horrendously bad customer service skills of my Internet cable provider, I had no Internet all weekend.
Well, the thing is I had nothing. It was an empty promise. And then, just for you guys, I spent no less than 2 1/2 hours screwing around on the Internet for stuff to entertain you. That meant that I got no writing done. At all. I will admit that I opened my latest document and looked at it, and then went back to the Internet.
However, in honor of all you hay fever sufferers out there, I give you this:
I believe I counted 28 sneezes. I love how he almost falls down when he’s done. My brother would call that a “sneezure”.
On another note entirely:
I scared the hell out of a little kid the other day. He and his dad were sitting on one end of a bench. He was about 4 years old - right when they are good and impressionable. I sat down on the other end of the bench and this seemed to disturb him. Listen, I have a really large personal space requirement (I think it comes from being born and raised in the wide open spaces of the West) so I gave them plenty of room at their end of the bench. The little boy said, “Hey! She’s sitting on our bench.” I raised my eyebrows at him and replied, “It’s alright. I don’t bite. At least not until the sun goes down.”
Little dude freaked out. I gotta remember that not all kids have been raised with a twisted mother like my kids have. If someone said that to either of mine, they’d have given the eyebrow right back and said, “Right.”
The other day, The Bandit got a paper cut. We were in the car and I wasn’t going to stop and dig out the first aid kit to get a band aid, so I told him to stick his finger in his mouth. I know - not the most hygienic solution. Go ahead and judge me. But it doesn’ t matter because he looked at me completely appalled and stated, “I AM NOT A VAMPIRE!”
I am unaware when the Disney Channel or PBS started showing a pre-school version of Twilight and True Blood.
It turns out I did have something stupid and inane to tell you after all. I really shouldn’t have had any doubt. I always have something to say. Just ask my 2nd grade teacher. I spent the entire year in the corner for talking.
Blog Tour stop #6! Whew - I’m exhausted.
http://www.rexrobotreviews.com/
Stop by and see my interview.
I’m very sorry I don’t have a post up here today. Our house was without an Internet connection all weekend.
You have no idea how isolated you feel with no internet. You think to yourself, “So I can’t check on my blog. I’ll just send and email. NOPE. Check my bank balance? NOPE. Hop onto my favorite blogs? NOPE.”
I actually had to talk to other people. Ick.
But truthfully, that should be fixed - God willing - by tonight.
I’ll post something good to make up for today. I promise. I just have to figure out what that is, but never fear, I’ll think of something.
That is going out this weekend. It’s one month after she asked for it. I’m hoping that she’s just too busy to notice.
The only thing I’m waiting on to send it off is for Ava to finish reading it. Ava and Kelli are my most trusted critique group and I don’t want to send it until she’s signed off on it. The problem is that Ava thinks she has a life. I’m here to tell her, if I don’t have a life then she doesn’t either.
If you see Ava out and about it the world in the next day or so - tell her to get her ass home and read my book.
On Friday - June 25, I’ll be at: http://rainedelightbooknook.blogspot.com/
Get your tookuses over there and say “Hey”.
Today I’m at:
http://melissaalvarez.wordpress.com/
PLEEEEEASE come by. This time it’s a little blog post written by me on the story behind the story.
On Father’s Day we hauled my father to a baseball game. It was quite an undertaking involving my dad, his wife, two walkers, my brother and his family with two kids, and My Honey and our two kids.
At one point, Kelli called. We were trying to talk about important stuff when a run was batted in and a tremendous roar erupted from the crowd. I asked Kelli to hold on and apologized about the noise.
She said, “Really it’s no louder than when I call you at your house.”
And the really horribly true thing is, she’s right. My house is just as loud as a raucous Sunday Night-Father’s Day crowd at a minor league baseball stadium. And the language isn’t much better either. Sadly, the people in my house generally smell as bad as the fans at the stadium. If I cooked dinner, then the odds are, the food is better at the concession stand.
Deep sigh. Wanna come over?
Tomorrow on Wednesday 6/23 is my next stop on the whirlwind blog tour.
http://www.ashleyladd.blogspot.com/
I had a couple of visitors today, come by tomorrow and say “hi” too.
Besides, there are interviews where you can read my snarky replies.
