The Boys, Volume 1: The Name of the Game by Garth EnnisMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
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Wednesday, March 18, 2020
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Sunday, March 1, 2020
I'm with Stupid
I did something stupid. Well, maybe stupid isn't the right word. It was dumb, don't get me wrong, but that's isn't the worst thing about my decision. The worst part is how I seem to enjoy this punishment. I don't, but anyone on the outside looking in might think I do.
So, what I do? I signed up for another writer's conference. I always get my hopes up, always thinking I have a shot. Then, months later, realizing I wasted my time and money. The bruise to my ego and general self-esteem being the worst of it. And people wonder why I'm a pessimist.
This time, at least, I have a half-decent reason for signing up. At the end of January, I entered a contest. You submit the first page of your novel and an agent reviews all the entries. The winner gets a more detailed review of the first ten pages of your manuscript. Maybe more if she likes it. It's a potential foot in the door. At the time after entering, I didn't think much about it. Writing it off as another wasted minute of my time. Then, about halfway into February, I received an email that I had won. I had to read the email a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I wasn't and quickly submitted those ten pages. It'll be April before I hear back about that. But, the agent in question is doing a conference on March 6th, and I'm going to introduce myself. It might ruin my chances. It might put me on track to get an agent. Mostly I'm just hoping I don't make an ass of myself.
I'll be sure to let everyone know how it goes.
In other news, I submitted my book to ten publishers. At the time of writing, four have already rejected it. The sad thing is that many publishers are too low brow even more me, being even worse than self-publishing. Maybe I should do an article on how to spot a bad indie publisher. Like if their book covers look like they were made by someone who failed a remedial photoshoot class, you should probably pass. The funniest being a company called "Freebird Publishers" that caters exclusively to prisons. And here I thought they were just big Lynyrd Skynyrd fans.
I also submitted it to Baen Books. They have an open policy as if anyone has a chance to overcome the slush pile. They said it will literally be a year before I hear back from them. Needless to say, I won't hold my breath.
I was hoping to submit to Tor because they have the same policy. The thing is that they want a longer version of what is usually a criminally short synopsis. So I'm re-writing that before I submit. And they want it by snail mail. Because fuck trees.
I was hoping to do my first scheduled short-form writing today. It didn't happen. Long story. I've been doing Skillshare videos every Wednesday evening, but I doubt I'll continue it. Maybe I'll move that writing period to Wednesday instead of putting it in the middle of what is usually a busy Sunday. We'll see.
That's pretty much it for now.
Until next time, and at all times, be kind.
So, what I do? I signed up for another writer's conference. I always get my hopes up, always thinking I have a shot. Then, months later, realizing I wasted my time and money. The bruise to my ego and general self-esteem being the worst of it. And people wonder why I'm a pessimist.
This time, at least, I have a half-decent reason for signing up. At the end of January, I entered a contest. You submit the first page of your novel and an agent reviews all the entries. The winner gets a more detailed review of the first ten pages of your manuscript. Maybe more if she likes it. It's a potential foot in the door. At the time after entering, I didn't think much about it. Writing it off as another wasted minute of my time. Then, about halfway into February, I received an email that I had won. I had to read the email a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I wasn't and quickly submitted those ten pages. It'll be April before I hear back about that. But, the agent in question is doing a conference on March 6th, and I'm going to introduce myself. It might ruin my chances. It might put me on track to get an agent. Mostly I'm just hoping I don't make an ass of myself.
I'll be sure to let everyone know how it goes.
In other news, I submitted my book to ten publishers. At the time of writing, four have already rejected it. The sad thing is that many publishers are too low brow even more me, being even worse than self-publishing. Maybe I should do an article on how to spot a bad indie publisher. Like if their book covers look like they were made by someone who failed a remedial photoshoot class, you should probably pass. The funniest being a company called "Freebird Publishers" that caters exclusively to prisons. And here I thought they were just big Lynyrd Skynyrd fans.
I also submitted it to Baen Books. They have an open policy as if anyone has a chance to overcome the slush pile. They said it will literally be a year before I hear back from them. Needless to say, I won't hold my breath.
I was hoping to submit to Tor because they have the same policy. The thing is that they want a longer version of what is usually a criminally short synopsis. So I'm re-writing that before I submit. And they want it by snail mail. Because fuck trees.
I was hoping to do my first scheduled short-form writing today. It didn't happen. Long story. I've been doing Skillshare videos every Wednesday evening, but I doubt I'll continue it. Maybe I'll move that writing period to Wednesday instead of putting it in the middle of what is usually a busy Sunday. We'll see.
That's pretty much it for now.
Until next time, and at all times, be kind.
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