I don’t know about your pets, but my dog lives a rich and varied emotional life. Such feelings include:
- Joy from gnawing on her favorite bone.
- Mega joy from having her head patted.
- Ultra mega joy from eating food.
- And SUPERSONIC ULTRA MEGA JOY(!!) from going for a walk.
See? Rich and varied.
The fabulous L.B. Scott nominated me for The Sunshine Blog! Fun and merriment ahead.
How to do:
~ Thank the person who nom’ed you, of course. (Nom = nominated, not “om nom nom.” You are not obligated to thank a cannibal for nomming you.)
~ Next, answer the 11 questions your nommer gave you.
~ Finally, nom some more folks and ask them 11 questions of your own!
I’m in a pickle.
First I must clarify that I am not in an actual pickle, which is a confusion one could easily have given the kind of person I am. Maybe I have pickle costumes lying around, you don’t know. I’m unpredictable.
Now that we’ve got that de-mystifying out of the way, I’m in a pickle.
Twice now someone in my critique group has thought my second novel seems YA. (Young Adult – the category for teenage readers.) This threw me for a loop and has been bumming me out pretty hard, because while I have nothing against YA, it isn’t… me.
I finished writing my second novel.
Three years, you guys.
Three years of blood, sweat, and tears. (And ink stains?) Three years of banging my head against the keyboard. Three years of sobbing into my hands when things felt too daunting to go on.
And three years of LOVING this story, despite it all. Because that’s the only way I could have pushed through: how deeply I cared about this book underneath all the struggle.