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Monthly Archives: August 2009
Aug
4
Queen of the Gypsies
Posted in gypsy
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I confess. I have *NO* idea what’s going on here, but girlfriend knows how to work a pipe. And I have to give mad props to the slow-motion boobs.…
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Aug
4
The Mermaid’s Rose
Posted in mermaid, random, roses
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I don’t know what kind of roses these are. They grow outside the window of one of the bedrooms at the beach house. For the most part, we let the bush grow wild, only cutting it back when it started getting *really* obnoxious. Otherwise, we just left it alone. Sometimes my mom would take cuttings and put them in a jar in the kitchen, and once a friend and I attempted to make some kind of rose perfume with the petals. (Being about ten and having no idea how to do it, we only ended up with vaguely rose- scented water, but I suppose that was good enough for us.) When I was twelve, I figured out the roses floated. Ever the fanciful child, I plucked them, one at a time, and walked down to the bay and dropped them into the sea. They would get picked up by the…
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Aug
3
Query Letter Hell
Posted in craft, query letters, writing
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One thing that I seem to have discovered about the pubbing process is that there are very few straight answers to anything. Everyone has their own opinion, and they can vary pretty widely. Take Query letters, for example. Most people agree that as long as you do this, you’re already heads above people who don’t: 1) Use complete sentences 2) Address the agent/editor correctly 3) Follow submission guidelines And I believe that is true. I’ve been trolling a lot of agent blogs in the last few months and most of them say the same sort of thing. The idea here, of course, is to make things easier on the agent. The more difficult your letter is to read, the greater chance it’s just going to be rejected outright. The thinking being that if the author can’t even bother to follow directions for a simple query letter, what are the chances…
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Aug
2
Nightmares?
Posted in back pain, dreams, wtf
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So, I haven’t slept in about 3 days. Or at least, I’ve dozed off here and there, but it’s not what I’d really call *sleep*. Took some painkillers about 2 am this morning, but I still was awake at 4:30. Very mellow, but not asleep. Didn’t really do much for the pain either, so I’m not sure why I took them, except I’m just hoping for a few hours of relief – but it’s hard when every position hurts. I’m thinking I may try the bed in the other bedroom tonight to see if it’s got a better mattress, but we’ll see. On the other hand, how telling is it that when *I* did manage to doze off, my dreams were pretty messed up? At one point I was sitting with an old Gypsy woman and she had my manuscript. She told me she liked it but then gave me…
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Aug
1
Hmmm…
Posted in wtf
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Experimentation with the design seems to have gone horribly, horribly wrong. *sobs*…
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