Ra Tuesday!
6:30 p.m.
Stephanie Thwaites from Curtis Brown agreed to have a look at the start of Ancient Futures today, so that's okay! I sent out about four emails and got one reply. The trouble with hustling stuff is that I lose interest in books once they're written. By the time you've had a couple of rejections, you're onto something else, and probably aren't too skint or reduced to selling body parts to cannibals, like I am just now. So why bother putting up with the rejections? It took me three years to write Ancient Futures, but I only sent it out to about four publishers when it was finished.
I'm going to the allotment just now. Bright, but a little chilly when it blows. Hope the wrens make an appearance this year.
The after-effects of vase breathing continue to develope rather quickly. I'm really keen to clean up my act since, whenever I get out of my face on anything other than air, sometimes a little worry creeps in. The boy in Surface turning into the big lizard has my every sympathy.
Stephanie Thwaites from Curtis Brown agreed to have a look at the start of Ancient Futures today, so that's okay! I sent out about four emails and got one reply. The trouble with hustling stuff is that I lose interest in books once they're written. By the time you've had a couple of rejections, you're onto something else, and probably aren't too skint or reduced to selling body parts to cannibals, like I am just now. So why bother putting up with the rejections? It took me three years to write Ancient Futures, but I only sent it out to about four publishers when it was finished.
I'm going to the allotment just now. Bright, but a little chilly when it blows. Hope the wrens make an appearance this year.
The after-effects of vase breathing continue to develope rather quickly. I'm really keen to clean up my act since, whenever I get out of my face on anything other than air, sometimes a little worry creeps in. The boy in Surface turning into the big lizard has my every sympathy.
posted by Hotboy at 12:03 PM
2 Comments:
Fraughtboy, I know what you mean about the worry creeping in at the edges. Fortunately I did a lifetime's worrying when I was young, which has left me now physically incapable of worrying about anything. My worry glands must be completely shot.
Except, as you hint, during a hangover, but that's just a normal biological reaction.
That's why I hate drinking real beer. I love the taste, but I hate the alcohol. Tomorrow I'll be forced to open a bottle of Beez Neez Honey Wheat Beer. I got it as a present, so I have to drink it.
I'd say commiserations are in order.
An HNT buddhist (buffist?) blogger has seen your the Dahli (sic) Lama last week, here:
http://moosekahl.blogspot.com/2006/04/wowi-work-in-really-cool-place.html
If she can do it, when are you going to get your kit off for the bliss?
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