Did I mention I suck? Because I do according to these choice words:
If you are a English Literature graduate I’d expect fewer grammatical errors in your query.
and,
You are still not in command of the English language
No wonder my Betas passed on my book!
Damn!
Aaaargh!
Fear is a powerful motivator for some.
A crippling psychological condition for others.
Guess in which category I fall into?
Right….
So what triggered this latest panic attack?
Querying.
The idea that I can’t a) sell nothing coupled with the thought that b) nobody is going to like this piece of trash has dropped my ego down the abyss of fear and self-loathing that I find myself right now.
Ennui.
And like the Dad in the pic above, I’m pretty annoyed about it too. And no frozen lakes either, not where I live. Not now, not ever. Hell will freeze over. Actually they will freeze simultaneously (useless -ly word! useless -ly word! must-not-panic!) because if the island freezes it will be Hell frozen over and then some.
I wish I had my fictional alter ego guts. Antony would know what to do and by God (and all the angels and some saints and a few nuns thrown in for good measure) he would do it too!
Well, I made him, so I can be like him.
Off to query this beotch for all it’s worth!
Oh and before I forget, here is a music video that says life sucks, so what, get over it emo boy!
It’s hot!
No really, it is. That’s the thing about living in a tropical island. Mornings are not that bad. Afternoons, with high humidity and temperatures averaging in the high 90s (F) it can be downright stifling.
How I used to laugh at people complaining about 8o(F) degree weather in Michigan!
Fans help. So does cold water and at least two showers a day. Well unless it gets so hot you sweat in the shower. Yes it happens. Since we don’t get frost in the winter the pipes are not buried deep enough so that after a day of baking in the hot earth the water comes out a bit tepid. Just a bit.
Air condition helps. But the bills….
Fans help, but they only push hot humid air faster.
And hurricane season is around corner plus sand from the Sahara blows across the Atlantic to choke the already heavy air.
Can’t wait for Xmas to roll around!
It’s Friday, which means more Writer’s blog. Let’s get started, shall we?
And talking about all thing nerd/geek, I have a new blog covering the worlds of science fiction, gaming and the like: Ruins of Empire!
And of course a vid for your enjoyment. An AMV with cool tunes and killer Ghost in the Shell graphics.
Shifted Flash Fiction Friday to this blog due to the theme. Feel free to comment below.
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He looked over the sea of tables at the edge of the River Thames, coffee in hand, guitar strapped to his back. The open air cafe was perfect this fine Saturday afternoon. The sun graced the fine August day. Thin strips of white flirted with the master of the sky. Millie scratched behind her ear with one paw. She hated her new haircut. But he had enough of brushing for the summer. Besides, the spaniel’s hair would grow back so fast that in a month nobody would know the difference.
I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you
Yes there’s a chance
That I’ve fallen quite hard over you
A sappy love song played in his ear. He drank deeply from the Styrofoam cup. Guitar in hand he played practiced the tune in his ear. His mind wondered over the events of the last year.
I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I wanna come too-
From unpublished writer to a celebrity in a foreign land. His show was a hit even if is producer pronounced the idea “daft”on his first phone call. Sight unseen he crossed the Atlantic and set up shop in London. Success followed. Money, fame, and a three pets, two cats and Millie the cocker spaniel at his side. She was the only blond, or brunette or redhead that stuck around.
I think that possibly
Maybe I’ve fallen for you
No one understands me
Quite like you do
Through all of the shadowy corners of me
One thing was missing, someone to share it with.
Pathetic, he thought.
Now if the raven hair barrista behind the counter would notice him. She was friendly enough and he had thing about not messing with people while their work.
I never knew just what it was
About the same coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-
Someone not pining for is approval. Someone who could see through about his television persona on screen or didn’t mind the tabloid cyclopean eyes. Not a actress or model who’s job was to fake it twenty-four-seven.
I’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I’m shining too-
Because, oh because
I’ve fallen quite hard over you
Of course he tried a bit of friendly banter, to leverage enough of his celebrity status to compensate for his lack of good looks. He even took to playing the guitar again, by ear, of course. No singing. No need to drive the people around him mad with his keening.
Then the boyfriend showed up. He leaned over the counter to kiss her, she smiled back. So much for that dream.
If I didn’t know you, I’d rather not know
If I couldn’t have you, I’d rather be alone
I never knew just what it was
About the same coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-
Millie bark pierce through the song in his head. Her eyes chased the mallards drifting downstream.
“Down girl!”
“Is she your dog?” asked someone from the corner of his eye. He pulled the earbuds off. The newcomer vermilion hair fell around her shoulders in long tresses. Her piercing green eyes fixed on Millie.
“Is she bothering you?”
“Oh no. She is beautiful. Wait aren’t you?”
For a split second he thought about saying no, pretend he was somebody else. Her emerald eyes dissuaded him from that plan of action. “Yes, yes I am. Please take a seat.”
Millie welcomed the newcomer with much tail waging and wet kisses.
Fame has its privileges after all.
However fleeting they may be.
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-
All of the while
All of the while, it was you
You-
You-
You-
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A quick survey type meme from leftywritey via Tasha blog.
1) Where do you write?
Coffee shop.
2) When do you write?
In the afternoon.
3) Planner or Pantser?
Panster with a bit of mapping along the way.
4) Coffee or tea?
Coffee shop equals coffee, ’nuff said.
5) Pen and paper, or computer?
Pen and legal paper pad. Computer later.
6) What gets you in the writing mood?
Music, pictures, dreams. Whatever works.
7) What pulls you out of the writing mood?
Anger, distractions, sleep.
What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever read/heard/received?
From On Writing by Stephen King: to paraphrase-Just Write!
9) Got muse?
Got caffeine?
10) Who is the biggest supporter of your writing?
My fellow writers and friends.
11) Sound or Silence?
Sound. That is why God invented the iPod!
Those are my answers and I am sticking to them.
And now for a one of those sounds that inspire me:
Nothing much to say except that I found a few more Harry related trailers. Must watch movie when it comes out on July 15.
The International Trailer:
Ron in Love (or so he thinks):
But who is really going out with whom, I wonder?
End of line….
Another Friday, another list of writer’s blogs and resources for writers. Long on the first category, short on the second.
The Blogs:
). Grab your dice bag and roll up a character!Now onto the resource side of the equation:
“This podcast goes into the nuts and bolts of what to do after you finish your work, before the finished complimentary copies come from your publisher. The topics covered deal with something as simple as a business card to putting together a press kit for your book and yourself. To be a success in writing takes more than just talent and opportunity, but it also takes a sense of business and a rooted perspective on what is happening in the publishing industry.
Welcome to Boot Camp, soldier. Time to face the obstacle course of a writing career…
Sir, Yes Sir!
Now some Friday love for ya all!
As a writer/blogger:
No outlines.
No daily updates.
No word counts.
No reviews.
No TBR piles.
None of that.
I explain in detail why I don’t do outlines. No need to rehash that.
Daily updates? Forget it. Tried it, could not come up with enough material to feed the daily monster so I don’t even try it. I post what I want when I want. I try to have a weekly feature and even those fall by the way side if I don’t find enough material for a substantive post. Like the Teaser Tuesday/Flash Fiction Fridays on my other blog.
Word counts? Like I need the added stress. I write, revise and then write some more. Word counts are for NaNos and publishers. They will get whatever number Word spits out once I’m done.
I don’t do reviews, mostly because I don’t have that many books and or movies to review. I should do more (as in more than 1). Later….
No To Be Read book piles. I read to fast for them to accumulate in some pile. If I haven’t read them hours after I bought them, borrow them, then they remain unread.
So that’s it.
Have a nice day!
Yay!
I’m done.
Sort of.
Not really.
Because I have to take what I have and transcribe it to the memory banks of my personal computing machine. I didn’t take out as much as I thought I had to, but I definitely have to re-write some key chapters and consolidate some others. If I’m diligent enough I should be done by the end of the month.
I don’t think that the One-Pass method lives up to the name, at least not yet. It is a good guide to revising one’s work but for a multi-drafter like myself it is not the end all and be all of editing methods. Not totally useless but so far it doesn’t live up to the hype.
Oh well….
On another blogging note, I finally fixed the problem between Firefox and wordpress. It appears that Google Gears got in the way. My guess is that it is an evil plot by Google to sabotage Firefox and make people switch to Chrome. The eveil bastards!
Now some soothing music to calm my inner editor by Armin van Buuren-Who is Watching?
