And suddenly life feels a bit slower!
Not really, though. Next week, the requests will be pouring in (and subsequently out) from all the agents who didn't win what they wanted, so I'll be doing the email tango again.
Best of all, of course, is that our HOLIDAY LYRICS CONTEST is next week! I hope you've been hard at work on your musical masterpieces.
HERE IS ALL THE INFO ON THE CONTEST, which will be judged by Alison Weiss of Egmont USA.
Alison Weiss, by the way, is one of the sweethearts of the publishing world. Back when our sister site-for-teen-writers, Write On!, was active, she donated her time once a month to a Q and A on their bulletin boards. I have always appreciated her heart for young writers and her desire to offer help and encouragement. Apparently she likes the not-so-teen writers, too, because she's once again generously devoting her time to our community.
As for me? Sad to say that my drafting honeymoon is over. I'm at 65,000 words and I SHOULD be heading toward that climax, right? But I'm right in the middle.
WE HATES THE MIDDLE.
Seriously, I cannot believe how many words it's taking for me to spew out this story. I'm going to have to do a hack and burn session that will light the horizon for miles. I'm right on target with my word count and my project finish line of January 1. Problem is, my story won't be finished by that word count.
This has never happened to me before. And I hate it!
I desperately want to be finished drafting, so that January doesn't have--well, drafting in it. But it looks like I'm just going to have to keep at this thing until it tells itself.
Anyway. I'm looking forward to reading your Christmas and Chanukah creations, and I'm feeling absolutely twinkly about the holidays. (My parents have decided to travel to our house this year, a sort of last-minute decision that has me over the moon!) Have a glorious weekend, and I'll see you on Monday!
Miss Snark's First Victim
Good luck with the eventual trimming of your story and your tree, Ms. A. Sorry I missed out watching the auction unfold, but we're in the middle of bathroom remodeling. Plus we had a house concert yesterday evening and the launching of my husband's first CD of his music. You can check it out at www.cdbaby.com/Dale Evans Swan
ReplyDeleteHave fun w/your parents, it's always nice to host family!
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