March 30, 2017

Life Lately

I usually try to stay away from cliché, uninformative, no-one-cares-but-my-mom-and-even-she-sorta-doesn't type posts, but today I'm going rogue. Because I've spent the last six-ish months neck deep in the book I was writing, which was six-ish months of me holding the weight of a fictional character's fictional life in my hands. Which, let me tell you, is a lot more demanding than J.K. Rowling might lead you to believe.

Anyway, that's all to say that I deserve a break and some time for mindless word vomiting. Which is why we're here: what I've been up to lately, old school list style.

1. Wrote a book.
I think, maybe, I might've mentioned this before. Or, at least I slipped it in somewhere. Maybe it's under that dead horse?

Anyway, yes, most of what I've been doing for the last six-ish months has revolved around my book: writing the book, re-writing the book, agonizing over the book, hating the book, etc. And that's not even including the time I've spent trying to figure out the world of publishing. (Is death by query letter a thing? I'm assuming it is.)

But I won't talk about that anymore (at least for now), so I'm just going to move right along. That being said, because the book has been priority number one through 225 right now for me, I will continue with my list accordingly.

226. Booked a trip to Iceland.
For months (probably years), my friends and I have been saying that we should go on a trip. And then, one afternoon, we very quickly went from vaguely talking about it (the same way I vaguely talk about losing five pounds) to having bought the tickets. So quickly, in fact, that all three of us forgot we all have siblings graduating from college the same month as our trip, which led to $200 in flight change fees and me never wanting to look at my bank account again.

But the good news is that two of my friends and I are going to Iceland in May. So if you know any great things (and by things, I mean food) we need to try while we're there, let me know!

227. Took a trip to New York.
This actually happened a few months ago, but it's also the last time I used my (very expensive, as Derrick likes to remind me) DSLR camera. So I feel like I should bring it up so I can post these pictures.

And, since there's really no graceful way to segue at this point, here:

228. Developed a meaningful and pleasant relationship with my pet.
Just kidding.

Penelope's acceleration toward grumpy old woman is increasing at a pretty alarming rate. She mostly tolerates me but she will have nothing to do with anyone else who tries to touch (or be within ten feet of) her. And she still sometimes won't even have anything to do with me.

So, mothers of the blog world, I hear you. But, really, I don't think even angsty teenagers have anything on Miss P.

So that's my life in a nutshell. Let's hope I can find my camera battery charger before May so I'm prepared for my next update.

March 13, 2017

I Wrote a Book

I don't know about you, but I like to keep a running list of all the things I want to accomplish in life. You know, to whip out when I'm ready for a good bout of self-loathing. All the "shouldas" and even a couple "wouldas"—just for good measure.

Now, in the interest of time, I'm not going to bore you with every single item on my list. (And also in the interest of general interest.) But one thing I am going to talk about is something I recently did accomplish: I wrote a book. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while now.

Well, okay, what I wrote is technically not a book yet. It's more like 73,000-word story that oozed from my brain over the last two-ish years. Some people might call that a manuscript, but even that sounds way too formal for what it is. It's more of a bookling—sort of could be a book when it grows up, but not quite yet.

Anyway, as great as it feels to write that, there's a catch: by crossing this particular goal off my list, it seems that my list isn't one bit shorter. Because now that I've written the bookling, I've had to add a new goal to my list: getting that little baby bookling published into a real, live, hold-in-your-hands book.

Which should be the easy part, right? Like, now that I took all this time to write the bookling, I should be able to drop it off at the publisher's and start getting my copies churned out. That's the way it should work, don't you think?

Well, sadly, this does not appear to be the case.

I mean, I can self-publish my book, which would be pretty darn close to a "drop and churn" method. But now that I've spent all this time working on my bookling, I want to at least see if she's got what it takes to make it in the big leagues—to be published by a traditional publishing company.

And that, it turns out, is apparently even harder than writing the bookling itself. Go figure.

So that's where I'm at now. I have a vague idea of how one might go about getting a publishing deal (although I'm no more an expert on the subject than my bookling is an actual book). I've got big dreams for both of us, though. I'm hoping that by the time my beta readers finish reading my bookling, both the bookling and I will be that much closer to figuring this whole thing out.

In the meantime, though, I'm open to any information/advice/warnings, if you've got 'em. And if you don't, I'm open to good jokes too. Apparently, the publishing business can be a mean, cutthroaty kinda place—so God knows I'll need 'em.