Yet still, real change eludes me.

This realization in itself is a sign of progress,

Tom, I think that even as recently as a year ago, you wouldn't have been able to articulate your realization about the hard work ahead of you. And the fact that you're able to do so NOW is, in fact, real change.

Don't sell yourself short. I'm proud of you and amazed at your tenacity, and you should be, too.

And -- cute woman, yay!!!

Oh, and I met a cute woman the other night who gave me her email address. Wish me luck.

Well, I think Scola is cute, too. He should get a cute woman, if he wants. Still trying to come up with something to say re '08.

Well, it's the last weekend of 08, so I'll go ahead and do my goodbye and good riddance.

It's been a year of extremes for me. Both in terms of the roller coaster ride and the fact that one aspect of my life is really, really good and I have to do my best to keep that in perspective as the other aspect completely falls to shit.

Professionally, I started 08 with a book I was really proud of that had a release date of summer 09. I had high hopes that I'd sell an adult manuscript this year, since I'd garnered some attention within adult circles with my young adult novels.

However, the reality was that I got caught in a massive web of miscommunication that came from having an extremely baby editor. An agent who wasn't assertive enough for me to get the answers I needed on several fronts, including communications with other editors with whom there might have been some hope for the adult manuscripts. And then communication with her fell through as well, with her putting me off whenever I tried to ask about different tactics or approaches. And when I tried to ask about my adult manuscripts, she kept putting me off with "Well, after we sell your next YA, which gave me the uncomfortable feeling that she a) was slotting me in her mind as her designated YA author and/or b) thought there was little to no hope for me to sell an adult manuscript any time in the near future.

Given that I literally couldn't sell a young adult manuscript until after the one in progress was accepted by the publisher, the fact that she kept putting me off on the adult work with that excuse felt like a brush off of the worst sort and began chipping away at my confidence. After she refused to submit or even look at a romance partial I was working on, claiming that she'd want me to write the whole manuscript before she'd submit it, that kind of put the nail in the coffin.

By May, I was sans agent (after a bitter breakup where she told me that editors were saying I was difficult to work with-- utter bullshit, but still hurtful) and beginning that search again, taking more hits to my confidence as I received a lot of "you're a wonderful writer, but..." rejections. By July, I signed with Agent Kate, who's wonderful, but the other shoe was about to drop. After sixteen months, four revisions, and many "I LOVE it" emails from my baby editor and her immediate supervising editor, the publisher decided that the manuscript wasn't to her satisfaction and they were pushing me off the summer 09 schedule. At this point, it was going to go from 23 months between releases (a lifetime in publishing unless you're Stephen King) to who knows how long. However, both Agent Kate and I suspected there was more to it than that and that they were merely buying time.

By September, they'd canceled my contract outright and for the most part, I'd gone since May without writing.

I began 08 as a published, award-winning author and I end it essentially unpublished, having to start over in a market that's tighter and if not more discriminating, more cautious, than ever before. My young adult novels will count for very little since so much time has elapsed and in terms of adult fiction, I blur so many lines, it's going to take nothing short of an act of some deity (or plural) to make it happen. Because in publishing, talent counts for squat. My confidence is shot, I'm not sure I should even think about publishing in the immediate sense.

However-- all that said. Personally, my life is as good as I could hope it to be. I have, in my husband, the best person. He's supportive, he's funny, he does his best to keep me grounded, yet at the same time allows me the time and space to rage at the heavens. He understands (after a few years of, "publishing can't possibly that stupid") that publishing really IS that stupid. If I quit publishing tomorrow, he'd support me, but if I tried to quit writing, he'd just laugh. He understands I can't quit that.

I've got two kids who are incredibly bright, funny, independent, and miraculously, are still actual (continued...)

( continues...) kids. I've got wonderful, witty, supportive friends, both in RL and of the invisible sort (some of which went from invisible to RL, which rocked). This year, the single biggest positive in the friends category had to be coming out of perpetual lurk around here and becoming an active Buffista.

The only downside personally has been the deterioration of my relationship with my mother. She's always been difficult and contrary and choosing to do whatever she wants, but I've pretty much always been able to talk to her. However, her rekindling a relationship with my father after thirty years and a contentious divorce has been too much for me. She was so giddy with the flush of renewed lurve that she tried to cram it down my throat, eager to have me embrace it with open arms and validate for her how wonderful it was. Which I can't do. I'm also furious with the fact that she went against my express wishes where my kids were concerned and allowed Nate to meet my father without my being there-- and dismissed my anger as me overreacting. I can't do anything about their relationship other than avoid it as much as possible. It sucks, but it's just about the only thing I can do, since talking to her is pretty much impossible.

I'm not sure what 09 is going to bring. I'm cautiously optimistic, but beyond that, I'm not going to hope for any concrete goals other than I'm going to keep writing and spending time with my family. After that, let the chips fall where they may.

No words about the year yet. however, I do want to put a link to the explanation about my gift for my secret santa. If you haven't gotten one yet, it might be because I have been a slacker and I had a really hard time getting pieces of this to work. So no fear. It's coming!

Heh. And you are not the only one, Kat! Um, but I haven't bought presents for my own family yet either.

Oh, Barb. I know your industry situation bites, and I'm so sorry. But I do have to say I'm so thrilled you did delurk here. You really bring a great added dimension to us. And after so many years of seeing your comments on other peoples' ljs, you were already a beloved and valued friend by the time you became active here. Glad you made the leap.

Thanks, Liese-- having this community has meant the absolute world to me this year. Perhaps there was a certain method to my madness after all.

I don't know what 2008 has against my car, but I'm kinda sick of the grudge.

Yo, it's not a Ferrari, '08! It's not even a Mustang! It's a goddamn mini-van and we can't take your hate! Back the fuck off the mom-mobile or there will be...consequences.

Granted, the consequences will be me drunkenly celebrating your inevitable end.

BUT IT'S A CONSEQUENCE JUST THE SAME! BEWARE!