Okay, I have a confession to make that will shock some of you. Last night the LOST episode was lame. (Close your mouth) I know, I know, you can't believe that I'm saying that but I am. It was a letdown. Last week's episode - awesome. This week's - not! Come on, LOST writers, bring back some of that first season charm.
Although, that did not stop those of us watching it from having a great time.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Submissions Sent
I mailed two magazine articles today. Eeeeee! I'm actually amazed that I've done it (it only took sixteen years). Now, it will be months before I receive that rejection letter -er, I mean, contract letter. ;) But I am just excited that I've overcome my fear enough to send them off.
My original goal was to send forty manuscripts off before my fortieth birthday. Now I have a new goal (which hopefully isn't too high). I want to send four a week - for ten weeks. This will move me along much more quickly. Perhaps I could even get something PUBLISHED before my birthday, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself...
My original goal was to send forty manuscripts off before my fortieth birthday. Now I have a new goal (which hopefully isn't too high). I want to send four a week - for ten weeks. This will move me along much more quickly. Perhaps I could even get something PUBLISHED before my birthday, but I shouldn't get ahead of myself...
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
land of the LOST
I promised a little while back that when the television show, LOST, came back on the air, that I would host a LOST club. Well, I am keeping that promise. So, for those of you that know me and love the show LOST, you are welcome to come to my house Wednesday night at 9:00 (or a little before, because I probably won't get up to open the door for you if it is started - just kidding, sort of). You may stay afterwards for discussion if you like. We are calling the club, Land of the LOST. My husband named it and I'm kind of wondering if it's a slam. Anyhow...I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!
(Yes, I'm addicted, tell me something I don't know.)
(Yes, I'm addicted, tell me something I don't know.)
Sunday, February 04, 2007
It's been awhile...
Well, it's been awhile. I swear, I have great intentions. But then you can't really read them, huh? Lately I've been writing a lot (just not in the blogosphere).
Can I just say how much I love to write? Man! I love it. Stories pop in my head like a movie and sometimes I can hardly type fast enough to get them down. I told one friend about a story I'd been working on and she asked to see it.
"Ummm, no." After all, it's only a rough draft. I haven't even edited it. No one, outside of family, has ever read my stories. Articles yes, but not my babies, my stories. It's not finished. It's not perfect.
She persisted.
I felt fear take hold of me. What if she read it and thought it was completely corny? What if she hated it, but didn't want to hurt my feelings? She promised that she would be honest.
I sent her the story.
I spent the entire next day on pins and needles. I asked myself why it mattered so much to me. After all, it's only one person's opinion. But there was that nagging fear that if she hated it, then what I've always feared inside would be true: I am not a writer.
Okay, I know that sounds silly because, if you write, you're a writer. So maybe what I mean is that I would not be a good writer.
She called me late that afternoon. She said, "I'm calling about your story. Here is my humble opinion," (Humble opinion? Oh no, she's trying to diminish her opinion because she hated it!)
"Yes?" I said.
"I loved it! I only got halfway through and I can't wait to read the rest."
What?!!! Oh my gosh, she read it and actually liked it! Yippee!!!!!! I cannot tell you how high that made me. I don't think there is a drug in the universe that could have given me that kind of upper.
Now, does that mean that I am a great writer? No. But, the fact that there could be people out there who enjoy my stories, means that somehow in the world I am understood.
They get me.
It's good to be got.
Can I just say how much I love to write? Man! I love it. Stories pop in my head like a movie and sometimes I can hardly type fast enough to get them down. I told one friend about a story I'd been working on and she asked to see it.
"Ummm, no." After all, it's only a rough draft. I haven't even edited it. No one, outside of family, has ever read my stories. Articles yes, but not my babies, my stories. It's not finished. It's not perfect.
She persisted.
I felt fear take hold of me. What if she read it and thought it was completely corny? What if she hated it, but didn't want to hurt my feelings? She promised that she would be honest.
I sent her the story.
I spent the entire next day on pins and needles. I asked myself why it mattered so much to me. After all, it's only one person's opinion. But there was that nagging fear that if she hated it, then what I've always feared inside would be true: I am not a writer.
Okay, I know that sounds silly because, if you write, you're a writer. So maybe what I mean is that I would not be a good writer.
She called me late that afternoon. She said, "I'm calling about your story. Here is my humble opinion," (Humble opinion? Oh no, she's trying to diminish her opinion because she hated it!)
"Yes?" I said.
"I loved it! I only got halfway through and I can't wait to read the rest."
What?!!! Oh my gosh, she read it and actually liked it! Yippee!!!!!! I cannot tell you how high that made me. I don't think there is a drug in the universe that could have given me that kind of upper.
Now, does that mean that I am a great writer? No. But, the fact that there could be people out there who enjoy my stories, means that somehow in the world I am understood.
They get me.
It's good to be got.
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