I am speechless…well, less wordy than usual, anyway.

Today I spent five hours on a query letter. Is there an app for that?

You know you are spending too much time on Twitter when one of the highlights of your day is learning that you’ve been retweeted.

One of my rare weekend posts: but when someone from Bulgaria stops by your* blog, you have to say something about it.

*By ‘your,’ I mean ‘my.’ You probably don’t even have a blog.

I have now revised the first page of one of my manuscripts so many times, I could make an entire novel out of the 1200 or so versions. I could call it “The Evolution of the Perfect First Page.” It would be published posthumously, of course.

Going with YA. NA is way too graphic. Graphic is boring.

Still struggling with classifying one of my novels, which some people say is too racy for YA and others say is not racy enough for NA. Maybe I can pass it off as “Choose Your Own Adventure.”

At last I took the plunge and joined a critique group. And they’re good and they said they’d be happy to look at the entire beta version of my New Adult novel, which, in the tradition of the genre, is a bit sex-laden.* One of my critique partners teaches bible studies. Dilemma.

*The sex is mostly funny, but I’m not sure that matters, as that would describe most sex. BTW, do you think the word ‘sex’ will boost my blog visits? Probably not.

It’s called Sloppy Firsts, and it’s one of the few of the approximately six trillion YA* books I’ve digested since October, that made me laugh out loud. Also, it was vampire-free and not dystopian, a great relief.

*You are probably thinking, “Geez, Carol, don’t you ever read anything but YA? The answer is ‘no.’ I did, however, read a lot of James Joyce in my youth,and I even understood it.