How I Spent My Weekend

I was really, really hoping to feel better today than I do, but it occurs to me that I haven’t really felt right since last Monday when my head tried to kill me, so, a gradual decline is probably going to be matched by gradual improvement. Yesterday was shot, really. I spent it sleeping and reading through my manuscript. Which was good, you know, because I had been worried about when I was going to get a big chunk of time to do that. But on the other hand, it means we have no dishes, no groceries, and the bathroom is developing sentient life.

Well, let’s hope that whatever’s growing in the bathroom will grow into something that can clean the bathroom, because I’m in no shape to get to it and it’s my turn to do it.

I also spent a great deal of yesterday looking at agents’ websites and agents’ blogs. One thing that strikes me is how many people want there to be some magic formula. And I say this as a person who wants a magic formula. Okay, learn all the right lingo, throw around the right phrases, meet and greet the right people, and bam you’re in. It’s actually a relief to see how many people are fretting about the same things I fret about.

Of course, I’m fretting about that–trying to find an agent–because it’s a ways off and I don’t want to fret about the obstacle close at hand–which is finding people willing to critique this draft. I have a couple of people I’ve already asked and I now find myself kind of mentally undermining myself about who else to ask, because I already owe pretty big favors to everyone I know. Ha ha ha. You’d think it’d be easier to ask people to be hard on me–after all, I write at Pith, where people are hard on everyone as a hobby. Posting there is asking people to be hard on me.–but it’s different to ask people you like and respect to do so.

Ha ha ha.

Whew.

4 thoughts on “How I Spent My Weekend

  1. “let’s hope that whatever’s growing in the bathroom will grow into something that can clean the bathroom” – I may have to steal that line and put it on something to hang in the bathroom

  2. Aunt B.,

    I hope you get better soon. The weather is improving and spring is no time to be sick.

    Rachel is right, that is a wonderful line. The problem is that anything that evolves to that extent in a bathroom is also going to be capable of the sorts of mayhem and other anti-social behavior we associate with the Blob, the Andromeda Strain and Charlie Sheen.

    Be well.

    Mark

  3. Hey, I’d love to read your draft, especially if you would consider reading mine, which should be ready for reading in the next couple of months.

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