Premature excitement.
I was standing at the edge of the lake, and I was noticing some pretty small fish, darting in and around the edge of the dock I was standing on. Voice mail buzzed.
I picked up the message a few minutes later, and it was from a publisher’s agent – the buyer. Hey, it’s better than nothing. I’ve got a publisher interested in the book.
“Need the complete manuscript, in manuscript format….” (&c.)
Close to 300 pages. Means a quick trip the office supply super store for more toner. That’s 300 plus pages. This is by no means a sale, nor a contract, just the faint, glimmering hope of something. I’d love for a real book designer, a real editor, to get their hands on my work.
I’m not cheap, but I’m easy. Or is it, I’m not easy, but I’m cheap? I’m not cheap and easy because, after all, I do live like a monk.
Unrelated:
There’s been a large, upward spike in website traffic. Not sure what that has to do with anything. Sever load peaked at over 500 page views for the front page, and held steady at that number, for several hours on Thursday morning. Highest I’ve seen it in a while.
Unrelated:
Gemini sandwich maker. I was fascinated by her tat, basically a square swatch of pink, on her upper right arm….
“What’s that?”
“Package of artificial sweetener. Just like me.”
The other shoulder had a good Texas cowgirl and “Texas” spelled out in a rope.
“There’s another one on my back you have never seen, it’s skull with a crossed knife and fork underneath it.”
Crap. I’ve seen that one. In fact, I’ve used that tat in a horoscope. Never saw her face. The knife and fork are in the small of her back. Guess that explains that. I’ve obviously observed part of her anatomy at some point.
Unrelated:
UFO over Mars?
What BBC reported.
Unrelated:
I was reading through the assembled statistics:
The average is male with a college degree, living in MA, white, between the age of 21 & 30, and has been blogging for more than two years.
I’m still not average. Except the white and college degree part.
Unrelated:
Last night’s fish:
Little good for-nothing-bass:
It bit me while I was trying to dig the hook out.
(grow up buddy and we’ll spar again)
