I just finished a truly excellent and highly entertaining and fun novel, The Cuban Affair by Nelson DeMille. It contains both Cuba and affairs and a bunch of other stuff, too. It also mentions our friend Alan Gross, whose experience in Cuba wasn’t excellent, highly entertaining, or fun. If he writes a book about it, you should absolutely buy it.
Why did spellcheck insist on turning “they must” into “thymus?”
A very nice agent asked for a link to my blog. I foolishly gave it to him. So I am saying, on the record, most agents are great—especially him.*
*Notice how, as a matter of ethics, I haven’t mentioned him by name. Sure. Right.
The guy at the next table is teaching a woman how to play castanets. He doesn’t have any, so he’s snapping his fingers and occasionally slapping the table to simulate flamenco footwork (I assume).
Two wonderful things happened to me at the James River Writers Conference this weekend. 1. An editor asked me for a partial. 2.An opening I wrote was savaged publicly.
“Ok, Carol. We get #1, but how can #2 be a good thing?” Because, aside from the searing pain of public (although anonymous ) rebuke, I looked at it and said, “They’re right.” And then I went back to the hotel and spent two hours on one page and I think it’s at the “pretty good” stage, if not the “This is so great I want to be your agent” one.
If you’re going this weekend, look for me. It will make me feel loved.
I decided to leave my phone at home while I wrote today. I’ve gotten so much more accomplished today, I’m going to do this on a regular basis.*
*As in “when I forget to take my phone.” Because that’s what actually happened today. However, I did get a lot more accomplished.