Gave me a very nice rejection. She said my writing style was “lovely” and she “enjoyed the plot setup.” This was definitely better than being hit in the face with a small fish or two,* but not quite as good as an offer of representation.

 

*For cultural reference see Monty Python Fish slapping

 

Every Wednesday I wear a shirt that proclaims “I should be writing but I’m #1linewed.”* Nobody ever asks me about it. Does this mean they’re glad I’m not writing and don’t want  to jinx it?

*An absolutely wonderful way for writers to waste time. I highly recommend it. No, really.

Dear woman speaking in broken Spanish at next table in my favorite coffee/writing place and laughing at the 120 decibel level every thirty seconds,

Nothing is that funny.

 

When you’re stuck and can’t figure out where the next chapter should go, make a detailed outline of the previous chapters. It will give you the illusion of accomplishing something.

That’s how my blog stats page insist a very nice person (I know because they glanced at seven posts) found me. It would be very disheartening to learn that the unknown search term was “Carol Nissenson.”

42 views from some anonymous visitor from Canada, and I didn’t even mention that I think Justin Trudeau is cute.*

*This was a highly toned down assessment, as it would be improper for someone my age to put it in any other terms.

In this case, from my son’s world of theatre. He’s playing Johnny Carson’s much too young Jewish lawyer in Paul Reiser’s new series, There’s Johnny on Seeso. I have no idea when it airs. Michael, phone home.

Q. What is scarier than sending a requested manuscript to an agent?

A. Sending it to an editor ten minutes later.

I think I will forego my afternoon latte for a glass of Torrontés.