In other news... I don't have any. I have two partials and one full being reviewed by agents. I'm hoping for good news, of course.
In matters not related to writing, I'm flying to Colorado on Saturday. I'll be gone for the weekend. I haven't flown in years and am a little nervous. Do you remember that song by Alanis Morrisette called, "Ironic" about things that happen too late? I have a new, irrational fear I will find representation on Friday then my plane will fall out of the sky in a horrible, fiery ball of doom on Saturday. Or I'll get an offer via email at the same time my charred remains are being spatula'd up from a cornfield.
I bet you had no idea I was cynical, right? *insert sardonic smile*
So, you may have noticed the little 'Vonnegut' thing to the right. There's a site (in the title) where you paste a chapter of your MS and it analyzes your writing. I was quite chuffed to be compared to Vonnegut... until I systematically inserted individual blog posts and was compared to Dan Brown, J.D. Sallinger, Stephen King, Nabakov, then Stephen King again, then Dan Brown again. So, apparently I've a host of men living in my brain or I've got a previously undiagnosed personality disorder.
Um *I'm* here. Not that you asked, of course.
Oh, and I'm told a plane crash happens so fast, you barely feel a thing. Of course that forty-second plunge to the ground while everyone is screaming and praying is another matter altogether ... ;)
Seriously. Think about this: 40,000 people die in car crashes every year in this country alone. If even a tiny percentage of that number died in plane crashes, flying would be outlawed. Statistically, flying is far safer than walking down the sidewalk in broad daylight.
"So, apparently I've a host of men living in my brain or I've got a previously undiagnosed personality disorder."
your posts always make me smile... well that is when they don't make me cry! :)
Christi, I'm here.
I've worked 22 hours in the past 48 with three hours of sleep. A blood vessel in my right eyes has burst, and I've caught my middle finger (no jokes please - though I've earned them) in the hydraulic door of the blood center.
I haven't been ignoring you. Honest. I have just been overwhelmed lately.
I even had to delete my latest post to restore my sidebar from the bottom where I somehow damned it to back to the side where, by golly, something caled a SIDEbar belongs.
But in so doing, I deleted my friends' comments. I am a dog -- at least that's what my cat, Gyspy, is saying.
My email is listed if you want to give me what-for in private. Sigh.
Ever have one of those lives?
"It's a man, baby."
Sorry. It's early and apparently I quote Austin Powers in the wee hours of the day.
Enjoy your little trip! I'm quite sure you are not doomed to fall from the sky. :D Although...I could be wrong. Dun, dun, dun!
Seriously though, flying is quite safe.
You are not going to fall out of the sky -- crash into a mountain maybe.
That was a joke because I know you like them.
Still no news yet from Michael?
I had a break through. That's my news. Although it won't be posted for another few weeks, it's totally crazy.
Tho, Nicole Ducleroir is in France...
Apparently in my blog I write like Margaret Atwood, and my MS is like Stephen King :)
Have fun on the flight - all will be awesome!
So, apparently I've a host of men living in my brain or I've got a previously undiagnosed personality disorder.
Me too. I'm calmed by the fact that I'm not the only person who thought this. Apparently I am the love child of Stephen King and Chuck Pahlanuik....er....yay?
Oh....err...I totally forgot about this!
I'm not worried about my prize though. It was fun just to write that little bit!
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