megwrites: Reading girl by Renoir.  (Default)
2009-12-16 08:57 am

Correction to Query Score Card

Brief correction, for anyone who isn't me who actually cares (the tens and tens of you), to the Query Score Card. I was going through the 'sent folder' to make sure I hadn't missed anything and discovered that, actually, one of my agents has timed out.

The partial I sent back in September has now timed out. The agent's submissions guidelines state that she takes 8-10 weeks to get back, and since it's been 10 weeks since sending the partial, that means that she is politely declining.

That brings the score card for Round Three up to:

Requests - 1 (full)

Rejections - 3

Timed Out - 1 (partial)

Still Pending - 4


On the side of good news, I have an orange kitten who is fascinated by the sound of the garbage truck going past and watching him try to figure out what it is kind of makes life worth living. And now he's snuggled up next to me, getting his purr on.

Yep, whatever else happens, even if I never get a publishing deal, never make it to the shelves, never get all the other things in my life I so badly want, I have this much. I have stories that I love to tell, even if just to myself and I have a great husband and an orange kitten and I am far, far luckier than I could ever deserve.

And now the orange kitten is letting me know that I have a flavor and that flavor is kind of sappy. Ah, cats. Always there to remind you that no matter how good you are, you're still just a human.
megwrites: Shakespeared! Don't be afraid to talk Elizabethan, or Kimberlian, or Meredithian! (shakespeared!)
2009-10-31 12:01 pm
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T-minus 11hrs, 59 min, 20 seconds

Still don't know what to do for NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow morning I am going to wake up and start writing something. I just have no frakking idea what it will be. Maybe a thief and a nun-slash-barmaid committing fabulous, twisted crimes or a planet full of dead people and six wacky, misfit investigators. I just don't know at this point.

Orange Cat helpfully suggests that giving him food to solve my dilemma. When asked how this is supposed to help me figure out what to write, he promptly lifted his leg and started licking himself to let me know he had better things to do than explain the obvious. Which, if you're the cat in that scenario, is sound logic because it results in you getting food.

I understand now why cats are good pets for writers. They teach you that no matter how cute and fuzzy the things near you are, when it comes down to it, you're still on your own.

Except when the kibble hits the bowl, and then we're all totes BFF.

I need a NaNoWriMo icon, too. Something snazzy.