So, probably Spring 2007, and I need to give them another 30,000 words, soon.
What if I have no more words? Words gone.
And i suppose I need to have a spiffy picture taken.
Mostly? I'd like a nap.
Lorne ,'Smile Time'
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So, probably Spring 2007, and I need to give them another 30,000 words, soon.
What if I have no more words? Words gone.
And i suppose I need to have a spiffy picture taken.
Mostly? I'd like a nap.
They want another 30,000 words on this one? Kewl. Do you know what you want to start with? Do you need a confab?
I have no idea yet whether they'll want more essays, fattening up of essays already there, both, or what.
I think I'm just waiting for all the contract details to get ironed out and then will talk about that with the editor.
He said some lovely things about me an email to my agent, things I don't get because they're about me.
I'm terrified of the next 30K words.
Don't be terrified. Truly. The words are there; so are the inciting incidents.
Any number of them, and we've got your back.
Hmm. How will we get her words out...
Allyson, I'd love to give taking a spiffy photo a shot. Can you like pictures of yourself?
I've hired Polgara! No. I can't like pics of myself, so maybe I'll have to depend on the folks who love me to choose.
Please, please try at least one shot doing the "I love you" gesture. Even if you don't use it.
If Polgara goes missing (frex) can I take the pictures?
Yep. But will you understand that I cannot look at the pictures and discern which is a good picture of me, because i have no sense of self-worth?
Allyson, at least you're in good company. Flannery O'Connor, a Southern Gothic goddess, wrote a letter to a friend after selecting her dust jacket picture for the first edition of Wise Blood, saying:
I just got my proofs from Harcourt, Brace. The one I chose looks as if I had just bit my grandmother and that this was my only pleasure in life. All the rest were worse.
If you can manage to look at any picture of yourself and feel that it at least looks better than that, you're comparatively brimming with writerly self-esteem.
Also, dearly as I love O'Connor, I've got to admit that you have way better hair.