An exploration of the elusive thing I have sought all my life.
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Boom. Start Again.
The job that brought me to my dream city is ending. In two weeks, the company that miraculously contacted me last winter just in time to keep me from temporarily giving up on my goal and instead brought my plans to sudden fruition, my first choice company, will let me go. They’re eliminating the position. That’s life. I know it is. The corporate life. I don’t resent them, or at least only in brief fits. I’ve saved enough from the start that I’m not panicking…yet. But what’s far more interesting than my job ending is what thoughts it thrusts upon my mind. What do I really want to do with…
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The Long Walk to the Slush Pile
Warning: Mild satire. This is not meant to discourage or disrespect, but to let off steam. If you feel convicted at any time, that’s something for you to work through on your own. Why didn’t anybody warn me that querying agents is itself a full-time job? And you don’t get paid. So don’t quit your day job. But this is your new night job, so don’t quit that, either. Basically, the things that keep you alive and human, like sleep and friendships, are the first things to go. I’ve sent out a few batches now, and my queries have grown and changed, which is a good sign. There are good…