Last night I had two deeply disturbing reoccurring dreams. I did not like them. I am seriously hoping they do not come up again tonight. I haven’t had either of them in over six months. And then BAM! Both in one night. Le sigh.
Nothing makes me happier than television shows referencing classic literature correctly and frequently. Thank you #Castle for so aptly using Dickens and A Christmas Carol tonight. I wish more shows made as many literary references as you do every week.
I spent 18 months writing my first novel. I spent another month giving the first full draft a solid edit where I cut out 15 pages and sent it off to a group of friends, writers, family, and professional ass-kickers.
I am frozen.
Because the next step is actually writing a query letter that includes something akin to the answer to “What’s your book about?”
And I still really have a hard time with that question.
Not because I don’t know. I obviously know. But because saying something in 1000 words is sooooo much easier than saying it in 4 sentences.
I have seen cooked lobsters with less red on them. I really hope that doesn’t blister! Yikes! Sunburns are the absolute worst. I’m so whiney when I get them.
This is really nothing. It doesn’t even hurt. I’m incredibly fair skinned. I should be a red head with blue eyes instead of a brunette with green. It’s really outrageous. I barely even consider this a real “burn” - it’s more of a light toasting. But I’ll start with the sunblock tomorrow in hopes of building a real base instead of just burn after burn this summer like normal.