when it rains, I feel happy
Mar. 6th, 2008 10:51 amRedbud and mountain laurel beginning to bloom, the scent of grape soda and cold rain on the wind—hoping for thunderstorms this afternoon.
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The Last Luminary Virtue continues to not garner me an agent; perhaps if it came with a blurb from some luminary? I don't know. Those who've read it say it's good--better than many they've seen, but I guess it's missing something, some element that would make an agent fiery with enthusiasm--or at least make them think they could place it. I don't want to be that writer who's sure the agents just don't know a good thing when they see it, so I have to consider the growing log of rejections seriously...but I'm not delusional, and I do really think it's a very good novel.
But apparently, what do I know? Ah well. It's a good thing my happiness isn't bound up in my writing career. Ahem.
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Working through the partial ms of Deep Terrain to do some frontloading and shifting to, hopefully, make the way clearer by the time I get to the end of what's written...the problem with the not rigidly outlined writing process, sometimes you take a little wrong turn. I actually enjoy this part of the process, though; there's something that's comforting and challenging and exhilarating, all at the same time, about tucking into a long bit of hard copy ms (of my own).
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Tomorrow I'm spending the day with friend K out at the Dobie-Paisano Ranch. Hiking and picnicking on the grounds; not looking like the best weather for it, but it will still be fun, and a welcome break from the daily schedule and city confines.
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The Last Luminary Virtue continues to not garner me an agent; perhaps if it came with a blurb from some luminary? I don't know. Those who've read it say it's good--better than many they've seen, but I guess it's missing something, some element that would make an agent fiery with enthusiasm--or at least make them think they could place it. I don't want to be that writer who's sure the agents just don't know a good thing when they see it, so I have to consider the growing log of rejections seriously...but I'm not delusional, and I do really think it's a very good novel.
But apparently, what do I know? Ah well. It's a good thing my happiness isn't bound up in my writing career. Ahem.
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Working through the partial ms of Deep Terrain to do some frontloading and shifting to, hopefully, make the way clearer by the time I get to the end of what's written...the problem with the not rigidly outlined writing process, sometimes you take a little wrong turn. I actually enjoy this part of the process, though; there's something that's comforting and challenging and exhilarating, all at the same time, about tucking into a long bit of hard copy ms (of my own).
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Tomorrow I'm spending the day with friend K out at the Dobie-Paisano Ranch. Hiking and picnicking on the grounds; not looking like the best weather for it, but it will still be fun, and a welcome break from the daily schedule and city confines.