Thought I'd delurk and leave the latest Hyperbole and a Half here for all my pestilent, scabrous Pitizen lovelies.
Except Blond actually lives in SoCal!
not that I know your writing personally, but I disagree with that...Yep, she's living the dream, Cat.
I'm OK, Silver. Just feeling like there is nothing that *I* can write that will ever change my position in publishing -- it's a cliff that crumbles away as I try to climb up.
((((mercy))))Hi Pitizens. I'm going to read that article, Clovia because I am a person in a state of apathetic sadness trying to overcome Depression. Or something like that.
I'm pretty sure at this stage my book is not going to come out. Definitely not this year but I have my doubts it will come out at all. The second was slated for Spring 2012 but...eh. It's a goner too. My agent wants to hang in there, give the pub more time, etc. but I've embraced the Pit of Reality. Let her chase the gutterfly.
I'm writing. I don't know if it's crap--it probably is--and God help I will stand behind that crap if it sells and proudly declare it to be Genius. I'll reference all the literary motifs and shit and I'll never tell anyone I wrote it in 21 days. If it sells. If it doesn't I'm going to work for Tim Horton's and live a life of quiet sanity instead of one of quiet desperation.
ETA: Harlequin has several lines that feature multi-racial stories and they're always looking. Not sure if one needs an agent though.
Hugs and Maggotinis all around.
It will probably be funny when I am not living it anymore.
Read the Hyperbole. Laughed and cried. I loved the bit about the turning point not being some great epiphany but she had to return her movies to avoid the late fees.
With me it's like there's two people. MercyOne is petting the dog, defrosting the chicken and smiling at people so MercyTwo can crawl into her hole and withdraw from the whole world. Maybe my last feeling was used up on my oh-so-close-but-fooled-ya publishing deal. Whatever this is--it isn't happy. Just flat. I can live with flat.
That fits me so well! I'm in that Zen depression mode, hoping for something to come and jolly me out of it. Without insurance, I can't o to therapy or start a medication regimen to help. I the bright side, I built a spinning wheel because I needed something to do with my time.Mercy, that's what I refer to as "zen depression." Where you're not so depressed you can't function, but where you just feel flat. I'm actually grateful for zen depression. It means I can keep going to work and taking care of my pets, without really having to look at all the other parts of my life.

(((Kelly)))
(((Mercy)))
Double hit day for me. You might remember there was a certain book that my book got compared to a few times while I was querying. And agents passed because they thought mine was too similar to that book. Yeah, now the editor at the imprint that published that book, who otherwise gushed over my writing, passed for the same reason. *headdesk*
Double maggotini, please.
Read the Hyperbole. Laughed and cried. I loved the bit about the turning point not being some great epiphany but she had to return her movies to avoid the late fees.
With me it's like there's two people. MercyOne is petting the dog, defrosting the chicken and smiling at people so MercyTwo can crawl into her hole and withdraw from the whole world. Maybe my last feeling was used up on my oh-so-close-but-fooled-ya publishing deal. Whatever this is--it isn't happy. Just flat. I can live with flat.
Wow, apparently we love sports so much in this culture there are those who would defend some high-profile coach's right to turn a blind eye to child molestation. But hey, it worked out OK for Michael Jackson. And the Catholic Church-oh, wait...Kell, I long ago decided the human race is actually two different species, the them and the us. The ones rioting at Penn State are clearly in the them category. **wishes we could send the hellhounds out to scare some sense in people**