Submission Apocalypse: Day 2
Playing a quick game of catch-up because yesterday was busy. First, I received my cat's ashes. My mother felt the need to open the can once we got her home. There's not a whole lot of her in there (I'll spare a photograph). She was a tiny thing when she died--only four pounds--but I thought there would be more, considering the size container they gave us. The vets also did this paw print for us, with her name on it and everything.
I cannot begin to tell you the trouble I had with taking this picture. It looks blurry and my flash was completely washing out all the imprints.
My other and sole remaining cat, Buster, didn't seem to notice my struggles. His focus was elsewhere. Somehow a bug got inside my room and hid behind my blinds. That sneaky move didn't go pass Buster...
A second after I took that picture, Buster decided he wanted to get down. My brother's cat, Tucker, sitting on the chair, wouldn't offer a helping hand.
What else could possibly happen yesterday? Well, I received another request for my querying manuscript. Yes, it seems Agent Y wants to play in Submission Apocalypse! Given it's taking me a couple years to get any positive responses, I am not complaining. Agent Y wanted a brief synopsis, first 50 pages, and...an author bio. I bit my nails at seeing that in her email. I'm the first to admit I do not live an exciting life. Nothing I've done has any baring on my writing. And agents don't care if your junior year English teacher said he liked a certain line in one of your papers and that has been your best compliment you've ever received and that's what keeps you going.
I ended up hobbling something together that looks like this: Erin _____ grew up under a steady diet of stories about supernatural creatures and superhuman heroes. She found she had more freedom in telling her own stories about extraordinary people, once she ditched her plastic dolls for a computer. THE WATCHER is her first novel.
Yeah, me? Not so interesting. Also note, agents want the bio in third person...which opens up all sorts of awkwardness while you write it...
Now that package has been sent out. I am still waiting on 7 more queries, so I'll keep you, my two little friends, updated.
Oh, I also broke our coffee pot last night. Though, it was my father who set it in the dishwasher so precariously that it wasn't my fault it fell out when I slide the top shelf out. I'm just sayin'. So, my parents broke out this coffee maker they bought when they got married.
Say hello to this sexy beast circa 1984.
I cannot begin to tell you the trouble I had with taking this picture. It looks blurry and my flash was completely washing out all the imprints.
My other and sole remaining cat, Buster, didn't seem to notice my struggles. His focus was elsewhere. Somehow a bug got inside my room and hid behind my blinds. That sneaky move didn't go pass Buster...
A second after I took that picture, Buster decided he wanted to get down. My brother's cat, Tucker, sitting on the chair, wouldn't offer a helping hand.
What else could possibly happen yesterday? Well, I received another request for my querying manuscript. Yes, it seems Agent Y wants to play in Submission Apocalypse! Given it's taking me a couple years to get any positive responses, I am not complaining. Agent Y wanted a brief synopsis, first 50 pages, and...an author bio. I bit my nails at seeing that in her email. I'm the first to admit I do not live an exciting life. Nothing I've done has any baring on my writing. And agents don't care if your junior year English teacher said he liked a certain line in one of your papers and that has been your best compliment you've ever received and that's what keeps you going.
I ended up hobbling something together that looks like this: Erin _____ grew up under a steady diet of stories about supernatural creatures and superhuman heroes. She found she had more freedom in telling her own stories about extraordinary people, once she ditched her plastic dolls for a computer. THE WATCHER is her first novel.
Yeah, me? Not so interesting. Also note, agents want the bio in third person...which opens up all sorts of awkwardness while you write it...
Now that package has been sent out. I am still waiting on 7 more queries, so I'll keep you, my two little friends, updated.
Oh, I also broke our coffee pot last night. Though, it was my father who set it in the dishwasher so precariously that it wasn't my fault it fell out when I slide the top shelf out. I'm just sayin'. So, my parents broke out this coffee maker they bought when they got married.
Say hello to this sexy beast circa 1984.