Question: How do you get lots of thought-provoking comments on your blog?
Answer: Mention the S word in the context of YA.
In all seriousness, thank you to EVERYONE for contributing to a sensitive and deep discussion. Can you imagine how we'd rock at our very own convention?
Dream it with me. The First Annual Miss Snark's First Victim Conference, aka MSFV-CON.
(Can't you hear it now? "Hey, are y'all going to Emmesseffy-Con?")
We could hold it in December and have a LIVE Baker's Dozen Auction. With a bona-fide auctioneer and everything. Gavel, microphone, little signs on sticks for agents to wave when they want to place a bid.
I'd totally dig watching Michelle Wolfson and Josh Getzler go at it.
Of course there'd be lots of ORGANIC GOURMET food at the conference. I think we would eat a lot. And all meals would be served by candlelight.
With live jazz.
Chocolate in all the swag bags, too. And awesome door prizes like $1000 gift cards to bookstores and shopping sprees at The Gap.
(I have no idea who's going to fund this thing.)
Anyway. Maybe I'm a little pumped because I've crossed the halfway mark on my revisions. You all know what it feels like to have more-than-half done, whether it's a first draft or a final. It feels like the downside of the hill, even though there's a potentially tricky climax to work out.
So, yeah. I'm happy.
I had a short theatrical stint this week, too. I tried out for a play, which is something I haven't done in years. And I made callbacks.
My jaw experienced a proverbial drop.
No, I didn't ultimately get cast. I did receive an affirming email from the director, though. Know what it sounded like? A QUERY REJECTION LETTER.
I had to laugh.
Here's a snippet:
I have cast the show and will be unable to use [you]. I certainly hope I have another chance to possibly work with you. You are [a] very good actor and seem to have [a] tremendous sense of humor.
I was entertained all weekend with the enourmous [sic] amount of talent I observed from all the people who came to audition. It was not an easy choice to make.
Thank you again for your time and interest in coming to auditions.
A rejection letter from a director--who knew? An interesting parallel, and worth slightly embarrassing myself over. (I mean, what actress wants to admit she was passed up?)
And there you have it. I'm sure my agent will be relieved to know that I'll be spending my evenings at the computer instead of play rehearsals. And I know my husband is relieved.
With that--a happy Friday to you all! And again, thank you for being SO TRULY WONDERFUL.