Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Plugging Along
Well, well, well...got my first rejection e-mail today. Not for us but best of luck!
I didn't like that agency's website anyway. No, I knew I get those. Just wait till they start coming in the real mail! Where you actually have to hold it in your hand and...blah, blah, cry, cry.
I continue to fix the manuscript. I've been able to pare some chapters down. And it's getting better...the writing and the story. I've cut a lot of the profanity...which in a way is disappointing. Now I feel it's lost some of the realism and characterization. Having to clean up my drummer's language just doesn't work...
I've grown way to attached to this story. It's almost like an obsession-all I want to do is read and fix it. All I did during the gig this weekend at Hawg's was write the sequel in my head. I've got a lot of great ideas. I wrote the timeline during the faculty meeting last Friday. It's a lot of ideas I already had, but now they just keep coming. It's sad, really. I'm in love with my hero and want to be there, back in the days of my youth when spandex and eyeliner ruled. People dog it out so much now, but we really did have a good time and those are still some great tunes.
I've been in la-la land. It's tough to be locked up in your own imagination. I got too cracked up watching homestarrunner.com-Strong Bad E-mail and his stuff about death metal bands and rock operas. I was laughing so hard I was in tears. I also like that Nickelback song too much.
Don and I fixed up the extra bedroom so I have an office again. I've spent every night on the computer. It will be nice when Don's gone on this big install and I'll have the house to myself(aside from taking care of Cass) and will be able to get the manuscript polished some more. I just hope that when someone asks to look at it they won't think it sucks. I think it turned out pretty good. It's just schmaltzy commercial trash fiction-plain old-fashioned entertainment. So someone might want to read it...
I didn't like that agency's website anyway. No, I knew I get those. Just wait till they start coming in the real mail! Where you actually have to hold it in your hand and...blah, blah, cry, cry.
I continue to fix the manuscript. I've been able to pare some chapters down. And it's getting better...the writing and the story. I've cut a lot of the profanity...which in a way is disappointing. Now I feel it's lost some of the realism and characterization. Having to clean up my drummer's language just doesn't work...
I've grown way to attached to this story. It's almost like an obsession-all I want to do is read and fix it. All I did during the gig this weekend at Hawg's was write the sequel in my head. I've got a lot of great ideas. I wrote the timeline during the faculty meeting last Friday. It's a lot of ideas I already had, but now they just keep coming. It's sad, really. I'm in love with my hero and want to be there, back in the days of my youth when spandex and eyeliner ruled. People dog it out so much now, but we really did have a good time and those are still some great tunes.
I've been in la-la land. It's tough to be locked up in your own imagination. I got too cracked up watching homestarrunner.com-Strong Bad E-mail and his stuff about death metal bands and rock operas. I was laughing so hard I was in tears. I also like that Nickelback song too much.
Don and I fixed up the extra bedroom so I have an office again. I've spent every night on the computer. It will be nice when Don's gone on this big install and I'll have the house to myself(aside from taking care of Cass) and will be able to get the manuscript polished some more. I just hope that when someone asks to look at it they won't think it sucks. I think it turned out pretty good. It's just schmaltzy commercial trash fiction-plain old-fashioned entertainment. So someone might want to read it...
// posted by LJo @ 12:07 PM 
