Torture, Thy Name is Email

Posted by on Feb 18, 2005 in dish | 3 comments Dream agent sent me an email this afternoon. She wants to talk with me about Crash Test. She’s leaving the office early today, so she wants me to call her on Tuesday.All together now for a primal scream: AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!This waiting thing may actually kill me. I’m going to have to snap on the surgical gloves this weekend to preserve what little intact cuticle I...
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Confession Time

Posted by on Feb 15, 2005 in dish | 12 comments I am a bad writer.I don’t mean bad writer in the sense of my writing is bad (at least, I hope that’s not the case), but that I am bad. I do bad things. I do not have an appropriately writerly persona.Take journaling, for instance. I have lots of journals. Lovely journals. Journals with just the right kind of paper, the creamy velvety kind that calls to you in a sultry voice,...
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"Life IS pain, Highness"

Posted by on Feb 12, 2005 in dish | 1 comment One of the more fun exchanges in one of my more favorite movies, The Princess Bride, goes like this:Buttercup: “You mock my pain! Never do it again.”Man in Black: “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”That Westley’s onto something. Turns out I haven’t heard from dream agent because my manuscript arrived in New York,...
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STILL Waiting…

Posted by on Feb 8, 2005 in dish | 1 comment So I think, “What the hell!” and email an editor I’ve been courting about my book. She says yes, please send me the full! (Go me!) Then I email the agent I’ve been courting (still no word, and only three days until the 30-day exclusive expires) to tell her about the editor and she emails back with “Good for you!” And that’s it. No phone call? No auction?...
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The Waiting

Posted by on Jan 27, 2005 in dish | 0 comments Tom Petty’s right. The waiting is the hardest part. About two weeks ago, I sent the complete manuscript of my chick lit, The Crash Test Dummy of Love, to New York. Thirty-day exclusive. Within thirty days, I’ll know something. In thirty days, I will, most likely, no longer have cuticles. I do not wait well. I love this book. I love it because it’s chick lit for people who...
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