Saturday, October 29, 2011

World Champions

I need to get on here and thank my wonderful St. Louis Cardinals for being world champions. After a crazy game six win, I was more than happy with a less-than-nail-biting victory in game seven. Since my other longtime favorite professional teams (see Washington Redskins) will obviously not be winning a title anytime soon, it's nice to have my Cards. Good job, fellers. And please don't leave, Albert.

Friday, October 28, 2011


I have serious issues. I am waiting on four responses from my first batch of sent query letters. The agents' websites indicated a possible response time, if they respond at all, of about two to six weeks. My queries have been out less than six days, and yet I have checked my gmail account approximately 673 times today. Someone save me.

Two seconds after I posted this entry, I tried to shut my laptop. That's what I was telling myself to do, but it didn't work out that way. I checked again. I'm shaking my head at myself as I type this.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

In the beginning...

There was me. Just me, starting a blog for myself. To soothe my frazzled mind as I pursue the publication of my recently completed book. Or manuscript I guess. We'll call it a book when it gets published.

I guess I don't really have a purpose with this blog. I'm too A.D.D. for that. How could I pin myself down to just one subject? Sure, I'm gonna write about my journey from a mere sender of unsolicited queries to full on published author, assuming that happens. No, not assuming. It's gonna happen. This is my blog, and you know what? I am gonna be positive, dang it. See that tangent I just went off on? A.D.D. Anyway, yes, I am writing about my foray into the published word, but also about whatever else.

Right now, however, all I can write about is my, fingers crossed, soon-to-be-loved-by-an-agent manuscript. It took a good portion of two years of my life to get it ready to go, but it's finally out there. It's so out there that it's already been rejected once. Exciting, right? Truthfully, when I got the first rejection, I was actually a little excited. I have been rejected. I felt like a writer. Then I hated it. How could my manuscript be rejected? I've read it. I know it's awesome. And now, I'm okay. I've stepped back from the ledge. Not that I was ever gonna jump, but my computer was in danger. So, my life now consists of a series of bated breath visits to gmail and glances at my ringing cell phone. And so it begins...