Nothing to get hung about...
Jul. 29th, 2008 02:09 pmA photo of Oakland Cemetery I took was selected for an interactive map site called Schmap. I'm under Atlanta, then Parks & Gardens, then Oakland Cemetery... you'll have to scroll through a few entries but you'll find it eventually...
...or just click the pic of the thing.

In other news the second draft is complete. Finished it up around Thursday night.
I don't know why but I don't feel any of the rush, the spin-dizzy sense of satisfaction (as if I had stepped off a three hour roller coaster into an all-night open bar at a local strip club) that I got from finishing the first draft. Maybe it's like any other high and it's never as sweet as your first time. However I can't shake this sense that I may have second guessed myself too much. Maybe I cut more than just the fat of it out? Maybe I over-seasoned the meat of the verse a bit much... but to be honest this is the first time (outside of my 'theatre years') that I've ever went back over something I wrote so maybe that's normal?
I liked it better when I just got the idea down and out of my head so I could move on to the next one.
But the real question is 'now what?'
Well I've been searching for some kind of literary Non-Disclosure-Agreement before I start passing it around to my friends. This naturally has offended some and sounded sensible to others. I'll see what the feedback says but I'm itching to get this thing into a publishers hand ASAP. There is a school of thought out there that say's me trying to do that sans an Agent is tantamount to literary suicide. There are others who say fuck that and just put in the hands of a publisher directly. Hell I've heard some folks recommend I just self-publish the thing.
We'll see.
Meanwhile I'll be away from the Witch House for a few days and out of the 404 in general. I feel the need to disappear for a few days.
...or just click the pic of the thing.

In other news the second draft is complete. Finished it up around Thursday night.
I don't know why but I don't feel any of the rush, the spin-dizzy sense of satisfaction (as if I had stepped off a three hour roller coaster into an all-night open bar at a local strip club) that I got from finishing the first draft. Maybe it's like any other high and it's never as sweet as your first time. However I can't shake this sense that I may have second guessed myself too much. Maybe I cut more than just the fat of it out? Maybe I over-seasoned the meat of the verse a bit much... but to be honest this is the first time (outside of my 'theatre years') that I've ever went back over something I wrote so maybe that's normal?
I liked it better when I just got the idea down and out of my head so I could move on to the next one.
But the real question is 'now what?'
Well I've been searching for some kind of literary Non-Disclosure-Agreement before I start passing it around to my friends. This naturally has offended some and sounded sensible to others. I'll see what the feedback says but I'm itching to get this thing into a publishers hand ASAP. There is a school of thought out there that say's me trying to do that sans an Agent is tantamount to literary suicide. There are others who say fuck that and just put in the hands of a publisher directly. Hell I've heard some folks recommend I just self-publish the thing.
We'll see.
Meanwhile I'll be away from the Witch House for a few days and out of the 404 in general. I feel the need to disappear for a few days.