I meant for my next post to actually be about writing. The act of it. Not the business of it. But this may be useful to someone on some level and it’s useful to me because I get to whine/kvetch.

Thanks to a drunken discussion with G, I resolved to send out 2 query letters on the First Novel I wrote a thousand years ago and haven’t looked at since. Unfortuntely [insert big name agent] actually wants to see it. This would probably be good news in a universe in which I’m still completely invested in the novel and have actually looked at it in the past three years. I haven’t. And the thought of it makes me want to vomit. It’s a coming-of-age YA thing that’s semi-autobiographical and…yeah. Everyone should write one of these and then safely tuck it away. But once a year I feel the need to dust it off and throw it out there again. I totally caved to the “I dare you to”ing going on and now look where I am. And it’s all your fault, G!!!! Hmmm, maybe I should make her rewrite the damn thing.

Whatever. The odds of [insert big name agent] actually wanting to represent is about the same as W. converting to Islam, so I’ll send it anyway and hope for the worst.

Also, if you want big name agent’s name, just email me. I don’t want her googling herself and finding my schizophrenic blog.

Also, also — tag, G, you’re it!