Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
Earlier today, I put the last few words of revision into the manuscript for Project Macaroni and sent it off through the ether to my agent. For the foreseeable future I will try to forget about it while she reads through and determines which parts of it are decent—potentially even saleable, one hopes—and which parts … Continue reading Landing Your Dream Agent in One Easy Step
Since the moment I started stumbling along the path to becoming America’s Next Top Model a (someday) published author back in 2010, one of the most awesome things about the journey has been hitting new and ever more exciting highs along the way. For instance, eighteen months or so ago, one of the beta readers … Continue reading The next greatest thing
When I left work on Friday, I had hopes of spending my weekend in a sort of lazy, bachelor-style fugue. That kind of shiftless, laying-about that would, of course, include hours and hours on a couch with a movie marathon or a baseball spree, the consumption of a whole host of terrible, processed, microwaveable meals, … Continue reading Getting to work (What I’ve already learned from having an agent)
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According to the internet (and really, if we can’t trust the interwebs, who can we trust!?), Chinese philospher Lao-tzu wrote, “A journey of a thousand leagues begins beneath one’s feet.” The common paraphrase for that, of course, is, “A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.” A journey of my own, one I’d … Continue reading Fortune Favors the Foolish
My four year-old son, The Attitude, apparently just started a new stage in life. For the last few nights, he's been slow to get to sleep and has been waking up tearfully in the middle of the night. Kind of reminds me of my twenties, but let's not go there. In my son's case, I'm … Continue reading This is (actually) 40
In general, I try to avoid writing two consecutive posts about the same topic. I mean, I guess I got a little wound up when I first started talking about the whole running business and no one could get me to shut up about it for a days. But, hey, it's my blog. And besides, … Continue reading We should all just want to be loved…is that so wrong?
I found a penny on the ground this morning. A "heads up" penny, actually. That's the lucky kind, right? At 38 years old (39 in 11 days), you'd think I might be immune to that kind—or really, any kind—of school-yard superstition. Turns out I'm not. Which makes me wonder, what's next? Hoarding horseshoes or stalking … Continue reading I think I’m over-thinking this querying for a literary agent
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