No, seriously. I’m writing. I’m doing research…for a chapter book…about a Hollywood baby in a Japanese garden. And she wears sunglasses because she’s afraid of being recognized. Actually, that would make a great chapter book. But I’m not writing it. I’m preparing for my 159th rendition of “Bushel and a Peck,” because Hollywood baby likes it.

*But only after 8pm, because that’s when this goes to bed.

*THAT SEEMED GOOD FOR ABOUT TWELVE SECONDS

Shortly before or after querying an agent, write a post in which I mention. them by name and say lovely things about them. My post will be humorous, heartbreaking, romantic, written in gorgeous language, and filled with fabulous world-building. When they google themselves (fess up. You do it.), they’ll find my blog. They’ll say “I’ve never read anything so humorous, heartbreaking, romantic, written in such gorgeous language, and filled with fabulous world-building. I’ll check my slush pile. I hope she’s queried me.”

I’m not exactly sure what I’m listening to right now, but I’m reasonably sure it’s a Bach Brandenburg, not Disco Boy.

Thanks for trying.

Hugs,

Carol

I’m actually

• Watching the garage door across the street go up and down
• Trying to figure out if the sculpture across the street was made by Nambé
• Repeatedly watching a short video of my 3 month-old granddaughter gurgling and shrieking.
• Trying to decide if I want a mocha or a regular latte

So I was looking over some ancient queries and noticed that in tiny letters one of the rejections had the words “canned response” in the email address. You have to admire that sort of truth in advertising. Side note: when my husband was a kid, he was one of the “Mmm, Mmm good singers in the Campbells soup commercial.

I just used Shazam on my iPhone to download music from the Cloud onto my MacBook. Yes, I know any 6 year-old can do that. But would they download this?