Nooo!!! They kicked Kayne off Project Runway last night! Sweet, talented funny Kayne is gone. Yet Jeffrey gets to stay on even though he designed something a hooker wouldn’t wear. Not even one stuck in the ’80s.
I’m retiring to my bed now …
Nooo!!! They kicked Kayne off Project Runway last night! Sweet, talented funny Kayne is gone. Yet Jeffrey gets to stay on even though he designed something a hooker wouldn’t wear. Not even one stuck in the ’80s.
I’m retiring to my bed now …
Today is pet peeve day. Which means that Jennifer’s going to rant for the duration of this post. So, here goes.
Why do people always blame the weatherman when it’s raining and nasty and cold outside? I’ve been pondering this question since watching my local news, where the anchor asked the weather guy if he felt any pressure to deliver a nice weekend for a local music festival. The weatherman laughed and said that he was going to do his best.
If this is what passes for witty banter these days, we’re all in trouble.Â
C’mon. The weatherman has no control over the heavens. He doesn’t have any power to make it sunny or rainy. Yet, just about every broadcast, the news anchor makes some comment about how John Doe better give them some good weather for the weekend. Like he can just reach in his pocket, sprinkle around some magic pixie dust, and make it sunny and 70 degrees. Geez.
What about you? Do you blame the weatherman? Inquiring minds want to know …
Sometime today, no matter what you’re doing, take a moment to pause and reflect and remember those who were taken from us five years ago — and those who have given their lives since.
Let’s all honor their sacrifice and remember their bravery.
I finally read Marley & Me by John Grogan. It’s the best-selling book where the guy chronicles the life and antics of his dog, Marley. You’ve probably heard of it.
It made me chuckle. It made me cry. And it made me think about Lucky.
This summer, my family and I had to put Lucky, our 19-year-old Corgi mix, to sleep. It was one of the worst days of my life. I’d had Lucky since I was a kid. He was the best $10 pound dog that money could buy. He was sweet and playful and affectionate and a total ham. I miss him.
While Marley & Me was a good book, it can’t hold a candle to one of my all-time favorites — Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. It’s one of the most touching stories I’ve ever read. Someday, maybe I’ll be able to write a book like that. In honor of Lucky and all the joy that he brought into my life.
What about you? What’s your favorite animal-related book? Inquiring minds want to know …
Met with my monthly critique group last night. And was saddened to know that one member wouldn’t be joining us. She recently received a critique/rejection from an agent, and she was pretty much crushed by it. She said she doesn’t feel that she can critique other people’s work when her own wasn’t up to this agent’s standards.
I tried to change her mind, of course. To tell her that everyone’s opinion matters and that she does us all a great service with her critiquing.
But she didn’t change her mind and come.
And I started to wonder — why do we let agents and editors determine so much of our self-worth as writers? Sure, I know everybody wants to sell and see their pride and joy in a bookstore. I’m no different. I’m practically counting down the days until Karma Girl is out (it’s something like 230, not that I’m obsessing or anything). Everybody wants to be the next Nora Roberts. Everybody wants to hit the bigtime.
But I got over 200 hundred rejections for three different books before I got my fabulous agent (Hi, Kelly!) and my terrific editor (Hi, Cindy!). Some of those rejections were nice. Some were impersonal. And some were just mean.
I think the worst one I got said something like this: I love your voice and premise. But as I’m sure you’ve already placed this, I’m going to have to pass.
Um, no, I hadn’t placed it. That’s why I wasted my 39 cents, paper, ink, envelope, etc. and mailed it to you. Geez.
I tried to tell my critique buddy some of my horror stories and to encourage her to submit to other people. That one person’s opinion isn’t going to make (or in this case) break her. But I haven’t changed her mind. Yet.
So, I think we should all remember this — writing a book, no matter how good or bad it is, is an amazing accomplishment. It’s something that everybody says they’re going to do, but only like 1 percent of the population ever does. So, be proud of yourself, even if all your book ever does is collect dust bunnies under your bed. I’ve got a few manuscripts down there with you, too. 🙂
What about you? Do you live and die by what agents and editors say? Or do you feel a sense of accomplishment no matter what? Inquiring minds want to know …
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