Three Things Thursday – Writerly Edition

  1. I’ve been waiting to talk about this publicly for reasons (some of which are me being a giant chicken shit), but when I was at the RT Convention in April, I met with an agent who requested my book’s synopsis and the first three chapters. Because of aforementioned poultry disorder combined with the fact that writing a two page synopsis was way harder than writing three entire fucking novels (plus other reasons), I did not send the synopsis and chapters until June 7. BUT! I did it. I put on my big girl pants, whinged about it a lot, was threatened/bribed by Elizabeth Hunter, and pulled the trigger. I don’t know what will happen with it, but it’s out there now.
  2. I’ve started writing again. My regular writing habits really died off early this year. Partially because I was making revisions on the book I want to publish, then I was writing a synopsis, but mostly because the stress of the last few months has made me lose a lot of my good habits. Today is the fourth day in a row that I’ve written 700+ words. I’d like to get back to writing 1500+/day (most days), but right now I’m just pleased to be writing regularly.
  3. Number three is a writerly shout out. I am lucky enough to have been connected via facebook to so many writers in my main genre. Almost every single connection can be traced back to one person. That person is probably one of the most intelligent, busiest, kindest, and fantastic people I know. Because of her, I am friends with (or acquainted with) so many other amazing people. She has introduced me to great books and is one of the few people I know who can read faster than me. She has been my inspiration, my cheerleader, and my sounding board in between parenting, blogging, wifing, traveling, writing a book about Charles Dickens (of course), and working on her own fantasy novel. My PSM is the bomb dot com, you guys! I don’t even know how she has time to be an amazing friend to so many people. My one real goal for 2016 is to drink gin with her IRL. (Side note: One time, my PSM was in Portland – the city in which I reside – and did we drink gin together? No. No we did not. That is an unacceptable situation and I feel like she owes it to me to swoop into town some weekend. I won’t even make her sleep in the Star Wars bed (partially because I’m guessing she’s too tall…she is a giantess).)

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