I woke up at 6:30 this morning with a burning desire to get up and start playing, like it was Christmas morning or something. What’s crazy is, as excited as I am for today, the only thing I’m going to be doing is working on my senior thesis. A literary research paper. That’s what inspired… Continue reading Absurdism in Children’s Literature, Joy in my Thesis
The silver lining to every soggy cloud that’s been hanging over me lately: I’m publishing a short story. It’s still nice, after all this time, to be recognized for these little works. It takes a lot to send them out against the reliable onslaught of rejection letters. The story is called Last Man Waking and… Continue reading Last Man Waking
Alright, troops, I say to myself, We haven’t lost this yet. As I announced in my blog post yesterday, I just terminated my contract with my literary agency and canceled the publication of The Crystalline Princess. It’s been a long, hard ride. My friends tell me I should take a break, relax a little, and… Continue reading The Battle Plan for the New Year
…it’s nice to have one, but only if you have the right one. What took me the duration of my teenage years to figure out about personal relationships, I realized in the course of a year with my professional relationships. I just terminated my contract. Yesterday morning I was on track to publish an ebook… Continue reading Literary Agents are like Boyfriends
HE’S EVEN GOT BOOKS STACKED ON THE CHAIR. I want. I want with a burning, passionate, delirious desire. Right now, I’ve only got about 20 feet of books…so maybe I could possibly fill up half of one of his rows. Plus I haven’t even read all of mine. Neil Gaiman is so well-read it’s baffling.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library.
They say week two is the hard one, and I think they’re right. I’ve lost my initial steam and everything that I REALLY neglected the first week now needs my attention. There is a fine art to figuring out just how much to neglect your real life during NaNoWriMo. I was painfully drudging through the… Continue reading The NaNoWriMo Blues