Friday, April 07, 2006
More rejection
Let's see. It's the last day of Spring Break and I've enjoyed it far too much: sleeping late and doing nothing constructive. I did get the bathroom and bedroom clean, and caught up the laundry. I did some grocery shopping, too. And actually cooked a meal Sunday. I did have fun at the Double L Ranch opening-doing tequila shots with the Bethanys and dogging the rather dismal band. The Hurricanes are actually better than these guys. Sad, really. I did some miscellaneous shopping and bought some "housewife porn." (Romance novels...ha, ha.) I also glanced through some books at Hastings-my stuff's on par with what I saw, so...
The Artists & Artisans agent e-mailed today, saying the book is more like watching Vh-1, the prose needs to be more raw and edgy...something like that. It bummed me out some, but oh well. It's just schmalzty commercial fiction...I'm not trying to win a Pulitzer Prize, or move the earth with my prose...it's just my hair metal love story that I'm very proud of, and thought maybe some other people might like to read it because it's a decent story. A long-haired guy who falls in love and goes crazy.
The first chapter is done, and I sent it to Noel. I feel the need to get the sequel written before it drives me nuts because I can't shut it off in my head. I bought a little notebook to carry around so I can write ideas down and it's filling up quick. With voodoo love rituals, Chinese character tattoos, strip clubs, sex while listening to Led Zeppelin II...I still think it's a cool story, even if it is about a "has-been." We all start to feel like "has-beens" as we push forty...
The original manuscript is ready though. I managed to shave off eighty pages, but it's still over 300,000 words. That's a lot I know, but it still reads quick, at least as far as I'm concerned. It's still funny, and sexy, and...okay, I'll shut up now. They can look down their noses at me, but pop culture is life. (Insert laughter here.)
Meanwhile, Noel and I are looking for men to model for the book cover, and I think we've found him. He's a romance cover model, and he's HOT. Too short, too much body hair, but he'll do. There's also this guy I found on the Penthouse website...dressed like an Indian, all this long, dark hair...where are these men in REAL life?
Okay, okay, I'm rambling. But we went out to the country club, Raymond bought our Coronas for us, as well as a shot of tequila, and I was smashed once we got home. I usually write my best stuff when I'm loaded, but that e-mail crushed me. She wasn't mean, just discouraging. I'm sure I'm not the first to feel this way. Even the greats were rejected, blah, blah, blah...so I forge ahead to our gigs coming up this month in Star City, Hot Springs, and Killeen. We're going to be busy.
Oh, and I probably won't hear from Rock Star either. It's just as well. Am I whining? Let's all be depressed! I need some sleep. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning. Especially after this buzz finally wears off.
I'll be so ready when the school year is over!!!
The Artists & Artisans agent e-mailed today, saying the book is more like watching Vh-1, the prose needs to be more raw and edgy...something like that. It bummed me out some, but oh well. It's just schmalzty commercial fiction...I'm not trying to win a Pulitzer Prize, or move the earth with my prose...it's just my hair metal love story that I'm very proud of, and thought maybe some other people might like to read it because it's a decent story. A long-haired guy who falls in love and goes crazy.
The first chapter is done, and I sent it to Noel. I feel the need to get the sequel written before it drives me nuts because I can't shut it off in my head. I bought a little notebook to carry around so I can write ideas down and it's filling up quick. With voodoo love rituals, Chinese character tattoos, strip clubs, sex while listening to Led Zeppelin II...I still think it's a cool story, even if it is about a "has-been." We all start to feel like "has-beens" as we push forty...
The original manuscript is ready though. I managed to shave off eighty pages, but it's still over 300,000 words. That's a lot I know, but it still reads quick, at least as far as I'm concerned. It's still funny, and sexy, and...okay, I'll shut up now. They can look down their noses at me, but pop culture is life. (Insert laughter here.)
Meanwhile, Noel and I are looking for men to model for the book cover, and I think we've found him. He's a romance cover model, and he's HOT. Too short, too much body hair, but he'll do. There's also this guy I found on the Penthouse website...dressed like an Indian, all this long, dark hair...where are these men in REAL life?
Okay, okay, I'm rambling. But we went out to the country club, Raymond bought our Coronas for us, as well as a shot of tequila, and I was smashed once we got home. I usually write my best stuff when I'm loaded, but that e-mail crushed me. She wasn't mean, just discouraging. I'm sure I'm not the first to feel this way. Even the greats were rejected, blah, blah, blah...so I forge ahead to our gigs coming up this month in Star City, Hot Springs, and Killeen. We're going to be busy.
Oh, and I probably won't hear from Rock Star either. It's just as well. Am I whining? Let's all be depressed! I need some sleep. I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning. Especially after this buzz finally wears off.
I'll be so ready when the school year is over!!!
// posted by LJo @ 7:20 PM 
