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megwritesI did not, as I vowed, get the Tower!Guy final revisions done by January 1st. I didn't even get halfway through. In my defense, I spent almost fifteen out of the 31 days of December traveling or being away from home and I just now got back from Tennessee (which was lovely, if cold, thank you for asking).
If deadlines make a fun wooshing sound as they go by, then promises make a delicate, crystalline tinkling noise when they get broken.
I figure in the next two or three weeks, if I apply myself thickly, like chunky peanut butter, I can probably get done with the revisions and have the manuscript in tip top shape, ready to be sent out.
And if you're wondering, I'm already fully girded in the loinal areas for the inevitable, ensuing rejections of which I imagine there will be many. I've heard that rejection letters can be re-purposed as everything from wall paper to origami and am looking forward to getting my Martha Stewart on with them. Hey, at least it's their paper, not mine. Maybe I could even make it into some modern art thing and call it "This is why we have day jobs: a study in paper"
I'll be continuing the reviews I wanted to finish before the new year began. I'm about done with the book I carried along with me on the airplane. It was fairly good, and recommendable at the least. Maybe I'll even be super trendy and put up one of those "Have You Read These Books" polls that everyone else is doing. They seem en vogue.
Still, I'm optimistic. It's a New Year, and hey, America totally went in for the Presidental Upgrade, which is going to kick in very shortly, so there's that. And I don't have to travel for a while. And The Boy's job is very, very secure because there's always crime which means that there's evidence, which means that somebody has to do science on said evidence, and sometimes they even need the really cool science (chemical unknowns and fire debris, how rad is that?).
I hope that you all are having a tremendously wonderful 2009 that will only get better, and I hope for all my fellow writers, editors, and other literary folk out there, that even though it seems like our industry is currently failing in a way reminiscent of The Tacoma-Narrows Bridge, this year will bring us all great successes personal, professional, and otherwise.
If deadlines make a fun wooshing sound as they go by, then promises make a delicate, crystalline tinkling noise when they get broken.
I figure in the next two or three weeks, if I apply myself thickly, like chunky peanut butter, I can probably get done with the revisions and have the manuscript in tip top shape, ready to be sent out.
And if you're wondering, I'm already fully girded in the loinal areas for the inevitable, ensuing rejections of which I imagine there will be many. I've heard that rejection letters can be re-purposed as everything from wall paper to origami and am looking forward to getting my Martha Stewart on with them. Hey, at least it's their paper, not mine. Maybe I could even make it into some modern art thing and call it "This is why we have day jobs: a study in paper"
I'll be continuing the reviews I wanted to finish before the new year began. I'm about done with the book I carried along with me on the airplane. It was fairly good, and recommendable at the least. Maybe I'll even be super trendy and put up one of those "Have You Read These Books" polls that everyone else is doing. They seem en vogue.
Still, I'm optimistic. It's a New Year, and hey, America totally went in for the Presidental Upgrade, which is going to kick in very shortly, so there's that. And I don't have to travel for a while. And The Boy's job is very, very secure because there's always crime which means that there's evidence, which means that somebody has to do science on said evidence, and sometimes they even need the really cool science (chemical unknowns and fire debris, how rad is that?).
I hope that you all are having a tremendously wonderful 2009 that will only get better, and I hope for all my fellow writers, editors, and other literary folk out there, that even though it seems like our industry is currently failing in a way reminiscent of The Tacoma-Narrows Bridge, this year will bring us all great successes personal, professional, and otherwise.
