Friday, October 21, 2011
Random Noise...I mean, News...Day
For those who don’t know, I’m still awaiting the results of UK publisher Angry Robot Books’ March 2011 Open Door Submission Month. Those of us who remain have formed a support group of sorts over at Absolute Write, in which to whinge and moan and gnash our teeth collectively. You can check it out here: The AW Waiting Club
So far, from what we can gather, there were around 22 manuscripts escalated to the editors’ desks. Of those, so far one has resulted in a book contract and at least 2 have been rejected. I think. The rest of us are following their every tweet, facebook status, website update, and Formspring answer while going slightly mad. We’ve also formed a private writing group that we’ve called “Anxious Appliances,” which seems to be slowly degenerating into a more private place to chew our hands off, lol.
Incidentally, Angry Robot Books have some of the coolest covers I’ve ever seen, and you should check them out: Angry Robot Books
In other news, I have acquired my first smartphone, and I love it and I’ll bite you in the face if you try to take it from me. I was so engrossed in Twittering and Facebooking and downloading games and such that I forgot it was a phone until I got a call last night, and for a second I actually thought, “Wow, it can do that TOO??”
And, lastly, I’m beginning to hate that Goblin Humiliator Badge. It taunts me, just hanging out there underneath the WIP word-counter that hasn’t changed in a month. “It’s not my fault!!” I scream at it. “I have a new job…and I’ve been sick…and I have homework to do…and Betas to critique…and dogs to feed and bills to pay and a husband to play with and bells to answer and eggs to fry and I HATE YOU!” I’ve been counting my schoolwork and blog posts as word counts just so I don’t get to Day 7 of no writing and have to explain myself to my mother.
I just need another 8-10 hours a day, that’s all. Just enough so that I can get some writing done and get a second job for Christmas money, and still have some “me” time. Or a clone. Or just a great big pile of cash. Yeah, that’d about do it.