I got another rejection slip for Volve (my first novel, and no it’s not in any way related to the female anatomy) yesterday. I’m back to square one of selling the book. This weekend I’m going to make a few more adjustments, and Monday or Tuesday new query packages will go to a few more agents and publishers.
It’s not a big deal, really. I send these things out expecting to be rejected. Not because the book is bad (it’s not) but because the odds are just so heavily against new writers, especially in the current economy. I just have to keep trying. In the meantime I’m working on my second book (it’s about 80 pages long or so far now, and nearing the end of act 1, I think). If, God forbid, Volve never finds a buyer, maybe the second book will. After that it becomes a LOT easier to sell Volve.
But for the moment, I will indulge in a single small:
It’s got to be familiar to anyone on the East Coast: It’s a beautiful summer day, and you’re out in the park, or maybe just your back yard. You spot an inviting picnic table, and are about to have yourself a nice sit when terror suddenly sets in. You’re surrounded by bees. Bees the size of hummingbirds. They’ve obviously decided that the table is theirs, because they are hovering menacingly around it. One of them flies straight for you, stopping to hover a mere foot away and staring you in the face with beady bee-eyes that say, in a universal bee-to-human language, “you wanna make something of it?”
You’ve just had an encounter with the carpenter bee (Xylocopa virginica), also known as the Wood-Boring Bee or Woodcutter, one of the more terrifying summertime residents of the Eastern United States. As much fear as they may inspire, carpenter bees are in fact quite harmless (at least to your physical well-being) and actually inquisitive and even flirtatious. That hover-and-stare we all interpret as confrontational is in fact the bee asking, “Hey! Wanna screw?”
Today I came across the Wikipedia entry for “eggcorn,” a recently-coined linguistic term that describes one of my ultimate pet peaves. I know I should be forgiving, but to my mind few things make a person seem stupid than the use of a term they have mis-heard or misunderstood, an “eggcorn.”
A few examples:
“For all intensive purposes”
“Once and a while”
“The spurt of the moment”
…and, of course, the eponymous “eggcorn.”
My own pet peaves aside, what was really interesting to me was the list of descriptive names for other linguistic misuses. An eggcorn, you see, is defined as a personal (as opposed to culturally shared) misuse that results when the person misunderstands the term in question through similarity. “Acorn” in many dialects sounds identical to “eggcorn,” and hence the error – which usually only shows up in written form. Continue Reading
I’m not a believer in New Year’s resolutions; in fact, I’ve gained about 3 pounds in the past few days just to make a point. The whole “New Year” thing is just an arbitrary system for recording hitory. Woo-hoo, the Earth went around the sun again!
But I’m thinking this year I might give it a go. I have a few things I’d like to improve, so why not? If nothing else, I figure January 1, 2008 gives me a convenient starting point to know how long I was successful.
To start with, I’m going to try and post to this blog a little more often. I actually have some readers here (though I’m pretty sure every single one of them is just waiting for more photos of Jessica Alba’s ass) and I seem to post less than four times a month. So I’m not going to vow daily posts or anything, but I’ll try and keep this fresher. Most will be my thoughts etc, but I’ll try and slip in sexy photos here and there, just to keep my fans happy. I’m just not expecting much out of Ms. Alba for the next 9 months or so.
Secondly (and more importantly) I’m going to concentrate more on my writing career. For years now I’ve worked in fits and starts, and though I’ve had a promising start with some interest from a publisher in my first novel, I am working so slowly it would take me centuries to achieve any kind of success. So I’m going to focus more on what’s important, spend less time with hobbies and World of Warcraft, and make progress. I’m totally opposed to silly goals that I don’t have control of like “I’m going to get published this year,” but I think I can aspire to a 3-pages-a-day output, MOST days. That’s something I do have control over.
So in the meantime, I’m going to put up a couple of celeb-worship posts today. Enjoy.
I have signed up as to participate in National Novel Writing Month 2006; as such, I am responsible to turn out a 50,000-word novel, from start to finish, in the month of November. I have 15 days to ponder what I’ll write. The great thing about the contest is that it’s all about volume, not quality. 50,000 words of utter garbage is just as good as 50,000 words of brilliance, and that’s very freeing.
Truthfully I’m not sure whether I’ll actually do it or not; it depends on how progress is going on my ‘real’ novel, which currently stands at 17,000 words. If I feel good about where that is on October 31, I’ll be okay with leaving it sit for a month while I churn out something less responsible. Otherwise I’ll forego participation in the month and just focus on the task at hand.