September 2010
4 posts
…in other news, sometimes when you’re in need of a little literary pick-me-up, it’s nice to be compared to Hamlet and Lolita in one reader’s report.
File under: “Come back to this post when I’m in a submissions coma haze/in dire need of a literary SSRI.”
The Perpetual Motion Machine
I called my parents today, and while I was on the phone, I said, “I’m dying to get my heart racing again.” I was talking about having been sidelined from running for the last month because of my foot surgery, but after I hung up and started vacuuming my apartment, I realized that what I’d said means so much more than, “I want to get back to training for the...
Last night, I had a dream that my agent and I had sent an old, unrevised, non-line edited version of my manuscript to a really important editor who’d previously expressed interest in the book (in non-dream world). Yes, gang: Write your debut novel, and this could be your life, too!
Oh, sanity, you brilliant little fleeting concept.
We Love Out of Fashion
As much as I spend time writing, I try to keep my nose buried in books as often as possible, too. Keep the literary gears turning, keep reminding yourself of what you’ve yet to accomplish, keep getting under the covers with voices much bigger than your own, etc. You know.
Tonight, I finished my first reading of Justin Taylor’s Everything Here is the Best Thing Ever. And usually...