Trolls Sing the Blues

This morning, before the workshop, I thought I would put in some time on the troll story. It was hard going. The clouds are covering the sky in full force, and I believe now that it affects my whole upbeat/downbeat mojo. We had a morning of mishaps on the way to the gym: a train that took 10 minutes, a delivery van that cruised up our main road at 45 mph, and finally Bryon getting an eyelash in his eye, to the extent that we pulled over, and I drove him the rest of the way to the gym so he could wash it out.

Life in Iowa. One big adventure.

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First of all, the troll count. I've halved my initial word count in the meter, because right now I'm concentrating on part one. I may have less words than this. Based on current projections, it could be 35K-40K, but we'll give ourselves the extra room. I'll get this first part in good shape, and start on the college section. I'd guess that I'm about 2/3 done with the first draft of the first part, and then I'll go through and really dig in.

Today I finished the Nick scenes. They are really rough, but we have that arc pretty well mapped out now.

Starting tomorrow, I write the Widow scenes. Lots of the threat of eating children in the Widow scenes, and we get to know Sigurda and Manuel better.

29750 / 45000 words. 66% done!

I hope you're all doing well today. It's ironic after how up I was about writing last week, but today, I'm kind of tired. I'll keep at it, writing and sending. Every once in a while, though, we all get tired of no and maybe. Writing. Not for wusses.

*shakes head to clear it* That's all the wallowing you get, woman! Get to work!

Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.

And Yet, the Sun Will Still Come Up Tomorrow

There were two agents who had Substance. And now, there is only one. I received a rejection from the agent who was kind enough to send me the edit letter from before. The directions I took the rewrites in didn't work for him, and that's all she wrote. Another really big soap bubble, full of shiny colors, pops. Glycerin everywhere!

Yes, that did smart. Thanks for asking. It smarted from about 4 o'clock until 7 o'clock. It still makes me feel sad.

But

My "family" is sending me acceptances for my "family reunion." My real life is a positive thing, even if my biological family is full of fail.

The agent from above has expressed interest in the next project. I hope he's willing to wait a bit, but it was good to be asked.

While it stings, I haven't lost any ground. I'm still exactly where I was this morning, yesterday, all that.

Another agent still has a full. Tor has 75 pages. It's not over yet. I'm not holding my breath, but it's not over yet.

Even if it is over, it's the first book I've sent around. Not getting the first one published is a common thing. Even the second, third, fourth...and the responses I get show promise.

Many people have said good things about it, even if it's not going to the next step.

Some of my work has been published, even though there's been a lot of no. Even though there will be a lot more no, there will also be more acceptances.

It's not enough to be a good writer. So true. Finding that synergy with two and ultimately three people is hard. So true. Anything hard is worth doing.

If I give up, nothing's going to happen. And I was going to write stories and novels anyway. No gets old, but I'm tougher than no.

I'm not ready to walk away yet. Could I be any more Pollyanna?

Would it undercut this post to say I need a drink?

Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.