I've also now added a new layer to backing up my work. Every time I work on it I follow by backing it up to my network drive which is a redundant array. Now I'm taking to e-mailing my gmail account with everything attached. Word processor files are so wonderfully small.
The Great Write Way, Act Three: Where's the gun?
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Emailed attachments are smart. You can also create Googledocs, too.
Barb, insent.
Got it, -t. I'm probably going to read later this afternoon, early evening, after errandage.
Sweet. Thanks, again!
I suspect I'd be terrible at writing smut. I blush too easily.
When we started the erotic romance line at the publisher where I used to work, we all gaped at the first round of submissions. But then we sort of got used to it. And read the really funny, purple bits out loud to each other.
My wife read my scene and said it was more tender than hot. That fits the story so I was happy.
I managed to completely embarass two young adult editors with my love scenes. If only they read the stuff I write for my adult work.
I got another agent rejection today. Another very nice one-- probably the nicest yet, with a lot of "Wow, you're a wonderful writer, but I don't even know where I'd try to place your stuff which suggests to me that I'm really not the right agent for you."
Oddly, I'm not crushed or even mildly upset. I've just got this whole mellow sort of attitude going on. I wonder if I should be worried. It's so unlike me.