Cruelest Month to the Max

Cows, shoes, eggs: what happened to the writing blog?

Glad you asked. What’s new with my writing?
Query letter for World of Mirrors
Rewrote (for the n + 1) time my World of Mirrors Query; the writing group loved it. Sent it on to three or four agents. Haven’t heard squat.
No one is falling in love with the query and I’m thinking of trying British agents and publishers. I can’t tell you how depressing this is.

The Wisconsin book: Promiscuous Mode
Got back the 100 pages I sent to be edited. Good suggestions. Some of them killed “the voice” and I have to be careful with this. I ran across one of my gazillion books on how to write, and read the chapter on beginnings. Decided my beginning sucked, although the editor liked it. Rewrote it. Significant other and writing group thought the new beginning sucked. Deeply depressed. Grumped at writing group and Significant Other. Slept on it. Driving by the lake yesterday (very early on the way to work) I had another thought. What S.O. had suggested the beginning should be. Now I need to rewrite it again. Need to do the rest of the edits. Need to get a life.

The Tipping Point: Burning Man Section
Found a “tribe” that could help with some airplane questions, since I know nada about planes and flight. Got a good response to the first question, and none whatsoever to the second. Wondered if I had broken some unspoken taboo and was being shunned. Just another reason to be depressed. What is it about April? Cruelest month to the max. Merde.
Another kindly writer gave me some good tips. I would really like to get back to this book.

Lots and lots of computer problems to deal with. Aggravations galore. Time to. . . you guessed it! Suck it up and get busy.