Going to the Unicorn Conference in August. Even if I stop writing, I’ll probably keep going to conferences. Love being with smart, creative people, and I don’t have to make my own bed.
One of the scariest things in the world is hitting the ‘Send’ button after you finish your query letter.
After three days in NYC, I have finally mastered the art of writing to the sounds of sirens and a 3 year-old’s (completely justified) tantrums. Guess which is louder?
I just started The Beekeeper’s Apprentice. The author’s notes are already more intriguing than the entirety of many mysteries I’ve read.
I’ve decided to forgive Django Wexler for tricking me* into thinking The Forbidden Library was a standalone, even though the sequel is in hardcover and I bought it anyway, and with my luck there will be at least 62 more sequels. I have decided to forgive him, because I’m also a Carnegie Mellon Alum**, and let’s face it, we’re a tricky bunch.
*Or maybe the publisher tricked me. It happens.
**Having graduated slightly after the Louisiana Purchase
“Like your premise & writing. Market saturated.” Could be worse. Maybe market will ‘unsaturated’ soon.
My shelves are full, and my books are gradually taking over every empty surface in the house, so here’s my plan: Save only the novels that are so wonderful I could read them again, and/or so wonderful I tell my friends* they have to read it, and give everything else away
*As to my enemies, to quote Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka, “You get nothing, you lose, good day, sir.”