This is more like it: a form R and a partial request just came in.
I got an odd rejection last night. Last month, I won a "query review" on Twitter from an agency. I thought that meant a critique (or something like that, anyway). I'd all but forgotten about it, then got a really nice personal rejection yesterday. She said she liked it, and though it wasn't right for her, she thought another agent will offer representation for it. Since I knew she wasn't really a spec agent, and I never expected her to make an offer for it, the bit of praise was lovely.
Funny how good getting a rejection I didn't expect made me feel so good.
Seems excessive for a partial. However, I did finally get Dream Chair for bedroom. We ordered it six months ago.
That's it for remodeling! Oh well, I decided I need a another pillow for bed to tie all the colors together (and that will be it). Hubs couldn't tell until we got the chair, he said. We got the chair; he still couldn't tell. I told him we thought we needed the pillow.
Today is the worst. That's it. That's all I got.
It doesn't seem excessive to me-not after my morning. All good news will be celebrated well on Rejection Wednesday.
Good luck with the pillow. I'm getting French fries.
Today is the worst. That's it. That's all I got.
oh dear, what happened ?
You get a cupcake, too (and the cocktail).
Nothing that wouldn't seem like a pathetic excuse to complain next to people with real problems, but some days seem to just pile it on, don't they?
I'm returning your hug with another
*eats cupcake with one bite**downs cocktail**checks to see if anyone's looking**eats the crumbs off shirt*
Thank you. I needed that
We don't do pathetic here. If we did, I'd win. Instead we pass out pretend cupcakes and wine.
Spill--you only have kind ears here.
Okay, okay, I'll let my inner teenager take over and whine for a sec... and then maybe go pour myself some actual wine. Cause, luckily for me, I'm not actually underage.
My birthday is coming up, and for some bizarro reason, my birthday always leaves me feeling a little lost. For me, it always seems to shine a bright and REALLY unflattering light on everything messy in my life. So while I see that light creeping closer and closer, I start obsessing over the little bits and pieces of my unhappy puzzle. Things that everyone feels at one time or another, like hating ze job, being away from family, realizing you are the Last Single Friend at every wedding you attend... all the basic stuff (and believe me, I'm rolling my eyes at myself even as I write this). So toss in the fact that my best friend/roommate is moving out and my grandmother is in the hospital for tests again, and this Queen is ready to go to bed and call it quits for the day.
Okay, I actually feel better. And I promise I'm done whining about my silly problems now
*passes wine* Drink up. I want to see you dancing on the tables straight away.
Hathor: Apparently the curls make me sexier-this according to my husband.
Rejection Wednesday started off with a bang for me. Agent who was "so into my book" rejected because it was too dramatic. At least it isn't boring? Not sure what to do with it because I never imagined a different ending.
Am crushed. *eats last piece of cake for breakfast*
*hugs tightly*
Hathor: Apparently the curls make me sexier-this according to my husband.
Rejection Wednesday started off with a bang for me. Agent who was "so into my book" rejected because it was too dramatic. At least it isn't boring? Not sure what to do with it because I never imagined a different ending.
Am crushed. *eats last piece of cake for breakfast*
Okay, okay, I'll let my inner teenager take over and whine for a sec... and then maybe go pour myself some actual wine. Cause, luckily for me, I'm not actually underage.
My birthday is coming up, and for some bizarro reason, my birthday always leaves me feeling a little lost. For me, it always seems to shine a bright and REALLY unflattering light on everything messy in my life. So while I see that light creeping closer and closer, I start obsessing over the little bits and pieces of my unhappy puzzle. Things that everyone feels at one time or another, like hating ze job, being away from family, realizing you are the Last Single Friend at every wedding you attend... all the basic stuff (and believe me, I'm rolling my eyes at myself even as I write this). So toss in the fact that my best friend/roommate is moving out and my grandmother is in the hospital for tests again, and this Queen is ready to go to bed and call it quits for the day.
Okay, I actually feel better. And I promise I'm done whining about my silly problems now
You Americans are weird. Here we don't need to prove our address change. We just show up at the MVB and tell them our new address and they make the change. Then we have THAT to get everything else that requires proof of address.