Five months and 81,000 words later...
Apr. 18th, 2008 01:59 pmFor what it's worth and to those that might care... I have at long last finished the first draft of the book. I will now spend the rest of the weekend getting as fucked up as my skeletal budget permits before looking for another job come Monday and working on cleaning up the typos, fixing up the grammar, addressing any holes that might have chewed through the plot and generally just polishing up the prose before I begin soliciting publishers for their esteemed silence and inevitable rejection.
Much love to my folks, my grandma, my friends and my woman for their support these last few months. I sincerely hope the effort was worth the faith they have kindly invested in me.
Much love to my folks, my grandma, my friends and my woman for their support these last few months. I sincerely hope the effort was worth the faith they have kindly invested in me.
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on 2008-04-18 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2008-04-18 06:33 pm (UTC)Lil Sis is still working on her's.
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on 2008-04-18 07:31 pm (UTC)If you want someone to read it and offer editorial comment, I volunteer. I'm discreet and thorough: it just might take me a while. Let me know!
For now, though, omedetou gozaimasu!
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on 2008-04-18 07:35 pm (UTC)ah, the celebratory fucked-up-ness...
enjoy...
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on 2008-04-18 09:11 pm (UTC)Congrats! Let me know if you need a set of eyes to go over it.
And there's magic in them there rejection letters -- don't let anyone tell you differently.
~rl
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on 2008-04-18 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-19 03:52 am (UTC)Earlier today, I ran across the following quote and, of course, thought of you:
"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."
-JACK Kerouac, On the Road
Well done.
xxx
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on 2008-04-19 06:38 am (UTC)I am so very very proud of you.
I never had any doubt.
I can't wait to ride your coattails to stardom.
*nuzzles*
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