I received my first rejection e-mail for Lost Days, a novel I'm trying to get published. I am quite proud of myself. Not once tonight did I burst into tears of frustrated despondency. I came close during my second break but I think that might have more to do with the fact that my supervisor put me on a three card poker table, my least favorite game to deal.
Okay. Perhaps the rejection got to me a little more than I'm willing to admit. I put a lot of time and effort into that manuscript. I wrote the first draft in only a month, but the revisions that followed were endless. I started that thing in November for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer's Month) and finished a little less than a month ago. Yes, it's probably crap, but does not the mother still bare love for the child sprung from her loins even though said child has the face of a mutated baboon? Does not the foolish gambler put his money down time and time again until he no longer has money to pay the light bill eve…
And I've been invited! Yay! (Insert happy dance here)
From the ElizaW of tales of a fantasy scribbler: While I was drawing up some ideas for what I could do for my four weeks of villainy, I thought that perhaps I could invite some of my blogging comrades to join in.
I’ll be spending one week on each character, starting June 1st. Activities will include sample dialog, sketches, scanned collages, and bits of story that don’t go anywhere, as well as the usual ‘character info’ pages that asks for full names and favorite snacks.
Molly Mcfee strutted down the avenue arm and arm with Malicious Intent. Everyone on the strip knew Maledict “Malicious Intent” Cartwright had come into some money as of late, though where it had come from was something of a mystery. Molly didn’t care a fig so long as he was willing to pay for her “services” and buy her a round or two at the corner pub.
They crossed paths with Constable Oliver Toliver, a local bobby making his rounds. Sneering and twirling his night stick, the good constable blocked Malicious and Molly's path on the street.
“Good day to ya, officer,” said Malicious with a gracious tip of his dusty brown bowler.
Constable Toliver pointed his baton in Malicious’ face. “Me and the rest of the boys at the Yard have been looking for you, Intent.”
“And what would London’s finest be wantin’ from the likes of me?”
“I know it were you that done the Mayfair job. Admit it!”
“I couldn’t ‘av done it copper,” Malicious gave the Constable a Cheshire cat grin. “I was with Molly h…
I start the summer semester at Delgado on the 2nd of next month. I've decided to try to get certified for Massage therapy. I want to be a masseuse . No not a "masseuse" (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) but a law abiding professional massage therapist. There will be no happy ending for my clients, sad to say. So far, I've taken most of the prerequisite biology courses except for AP II (anatomy and physiology II lecture). Unfortunately, I can't fit any of the MSTH classes because the only classes available over the summer are the ones I won't be able to take until I get biology out of the way. I would have gotten this over with sooner if I hadn't taken last semester off.
I know, I know. She who procrastinates never gets anything done, but I got caught up editing a novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo and couldn't concentrate on any of my classes. Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't do everything ass-backwards, I made my 50,000 word limit on time with…