Feeling restless......cramped.

If the weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow (duh, it's LA), maybe you can take Emeline and head to the park. Wide open spaces, fresh air, and sunshine therapy.

But the only ways to be, like, blacklisted are to be incredibly rude to your editor, to talk shit about one publication to another, to say horrible things about an editor or publication on your blog or to lie.

Not planning to do any of those. Nor am I planning to chase an editor or agent into the bathroom at a writers conference and hand my manuscript under her stall door, nor find out which hotel room she's in and stuff my ms under her door, page by page.

All of which either happens with appalling frequency or has happened once and gets retold over and over as the great urban legends of the conference circuit.

Susan, you mean to tell me that some people know no bounds? I'm shocked, I tell ya. Shocked.

Susan, you mean to tell me that some people know no bounds? I'm shocked, I tell ya. Shocked.

Well, yeah.

But that's a level of counterproductivity that never fails to boggle my mind. I'm not strong on empathy, not by a long shot, but what kind of person who has enough imagination to finish a novel (of whatever quality) doesn't have sufficient imagination to realize how it would feel to be that editor just trying to take a dump in decent privacy and have a ms shoved at her?

Oooh, I have a Washington Post article for you....lemme find the link.

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Thanks, MFN!

I'm already brainstorming publicity strategies, and figuring out what cities I could hit to do a book tour on the cheap. Probably premature, since I need to sell a book before it even becomes an issue, but still....

It pays to think positive, and it's a nice thing to think about.

I don't know if I said it or not, but MFN, that is one extrodinary dress! I'm so glad that you get to have it!

Timelies everyone!

Why, oh why am I up at 6:30am? Well, first of all, I thought it was 8:12 when I got up...a perfectly reasonable time for waking on a Sunday. Now I've had some coffee, though, and I can't go back to sleep. Oh, well. Maybe I'll take a nap later. Nap...that would be nice!

I guess I'm just gonna talk to myself this morning. All you Sunday sleeper-iners. I'm jealous.

Actually, I should get my butt in gear and go to church. Or, I could continue working on my cleaning. Nah...I'm just gonna enjoy my coffee and sit in front of the computer.

I'm up. Night terrors, if anyone was wondering, are no fun. I hadn't had any for a few months before last night.

Glad you get your OTDress, Maria! Your fiance sounds like a real keeper.