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ARGH.
Still smacking the query letter around. Or being smacked around by it. Hard to tell ( Read more... ) -
Better.
The lovely and effulgent sunnyd_lite (smooches her) did some yeoman's work with my query for the first novelthing tonight. I feel good about it. I'm going to let it percolate overnight, drop Da Boy off at a birthday party--and sit in B&N, drink coffee, and ponder it some more tomorrow. And then I'll meet with my Writing Buddy and see what he thinks. And B ( Read more... ) -
Hey, it's Monday.
And thus time for ( Read more... ) -
November First...
And that means NaNoWriMo starts today.
I... will not be participating, per se. I'm going to attempt to finish the novel I've already started, but I'm not going to up my word count goal like I did last year because the way things are going with this, that would be Setting Myself Up For Failure ( Read more... ) -
Poo.
If anyone's seen my Zing hanging around, could you tell it that I miss it terribly and would like it back? I mean, I realize that I've scribbled nearly 180,000 words starring Ben in less than a year, and maybe I'm just exhausted by it, but I'd really like to finish this novel so it will stop eating my brainI didn't even open the fic doc yesterday ( Read more... ) -
So, I should be writing.
However, I'm working on my Query Letter of Doom (that counts, right? RIGHT ( Read more... ) -
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Which, I believe, I've already said once today.
But I've been looking over the QueryThing for the not!kkbb/im novelthing.
Dude, I suck at this. Like a Hoover.
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HAH.
And again I say, HAH.
So far, THIS RIGHT HERE is the most useful thing I've seen, vis a vis query letters. Some idiot somewhere was complaining about the Query Shark not too long ago, but that right there? They're telling me exactly what I need in my query letter.
For the linkophobic:- Who the book is about
- What happens to them
- Choices they have ( Read more... )
- Who the book is about
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And the...
Book in a Nutshell thing is subbed.
We who are about to die salute you.
Oh, god.
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So. Moab.
Rolled in Friday afternoon, remembered where our buddy Greg's house was, got the motorhome set up. Didn't have much time for much of anything but dinner and socializing, but we hit the arena for some Hubby retail therapy. He didn't buy anything, and we went to the Moab Brewery for dinner. I had the sausage plate, which is always good, and their ( Read more... )