Monthly Archives: August 2010
My motto is always “Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.” I keep the same attitude when it comes to sending out query letters. Don’t send out a query letter unless you’re prepared for the possibility of a negative response. Just don’t assume that you’re going to get one. There’s a fine line between being realistic and pessimistic.
Also, I wouldn’t suggest contacting any publisher, editor, or agent until you have at least one solid novel. Only once you have revised a few times, got advice from readers, authors and experts alike, and written a good hook and summary should you consider contacting an agent to try to publish your novel. It’s a lot of work, but just keep with it and don’t give up! Even if you find out your ‘brilliant’ plot has simply died, just drop it and work on something else. Just keep with it, and you’ll get there.
Once you do get there, however, the hard work is far from over. Waiting for a response on your query letter and/or manuscript can be one of the most nerve-racking experiences ever. It’s like waiting for the final word after a job interview. While you try to keep your hopes up, thinking that they have to accept you, you also want to prepare for rejection. That’s where being realistic comes in. Accept that either the positive or the negative can happen, but even negative can easily become positive. How, you ask? Read the rest of this entry
Have you ever found yourself in a place and thought “Yeah… I like it here” ? I never had, until last night. Usually I simply feel like a fish out of water no matter where I go. When I’m in a group of people, I feel as if there is something fundamentally different about me that prevents me from fitting in with others. Something that other people can clearly see and constantly judge me for.
That feeling went away at Spin Jam. Read the rest of this entry
The word ‘minimal’ has been drastically growing in use over the past couple years. Everyone wants to save money, and living ‘minimally’ seems to be a huge part of that. The goal of a ‘minimalist’ lifestyle is to have only what one needs, and to disregard what one wants. This out-with-the-old way of living is a great way to eliminate clutter and save a fair amount of cash in the process.
But this isn’t about living minimally. This is about writing minimally.
Over the past few days, I have consumed myself with Randy Ingermanson’s website. One of the main things he says is “if it doesn’t work, get rid of it!” At first, this seemed fairly common sense to me, but then I actually thought about it. How much time have I sat and finagled with this one pretty analogy trying to make it work with the rest of the paragraph? Too much. I should have just erased it as soon as I realized it didn’t work. I didn’t need that sentence, even if it did sound nice. I just wanted it because I was proud of it. And just like all those pretty decorations you have cluttering your desk and shelves, unneeded sentences will make your fiction messy. Get rid of the clutter, delete the wordiness, trash what you don’t need. Read the rest of this entry
The Amazing Baz is a fire performer and music producer from the lovely city of Boston, Massachusetts. He is also responsible for the second most amazing thing that ever happened to me.
Last night, I went to the Loew’s theater with a few friends to see The Expendables (great movie if you enjoy watching Stalone blow things up, which I do). Afterward, we went across the street to the Commons for a bit. One of my friends is a photographer who loves long-shutter shots, so I was spinning my new crystal poi while chatting with everyone, letting him take some pictures. One of which is to the left.
As I was spinning, I of course got some strange looks from people walking by, but this one specific person and his girl actually stopped and stared at me. I thought he was really interested in watching me so I started doing some weaves and fountains. Those really are not complicated moves, I’m still a beginner mind you, but they look terrific to someone who doesn’t know much about poi. Well after a few seconds, this guy steps a little closer and I realize he wants to say something. I give him my attention, and my heart just about stopped after he told me:
“I can’t remember the last time I saw someone spinning flowpoi in downtown Boston in the middle of the night.” Read the rest of this entry