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Friday, August 29, 2008

Armed with a glue gun as well




Lurvvv my glue gun as well. This is an oriental sorta wall hanging. I do junk with little wooden bird houses too. I love doing it, but ultimately have no idea what to do with them when I'm done "making" them. I don't want twenty sitting around my house. -sigh-


It's the making part that I like best.


Art on paper is much easier to simply put away. I have a stack of them framed, piled against the wall in the garage.



I know, you're going to say sell them. Here is the problem. I don't wanna do the face-time to do that.



I don't have to "face" my editor, or others I submit a MS too. I just send it and wait. To sell crafts one must sit in booths, or stuff like that. Shudder! Besides, it would take a lot of time and never actually "make money" in relation to the time involved when I could be writing.


Friday, August 31, 2007

Who the heck was that?

Here's a stupid problem. I've written this book. It's a paranormal suspense. I love it. I can't write a coherent synopsis of it. CAN NOT DO IT.

Every time I try it comes out in truly strange fashion. Sometimes I sound like someone else trying to write in Gail Faulkner's voice. Those times stump me. Am I channeling an evil sister or something. I do have a sister and she's published, she's not evil so it can't be her. BTW- she doesn't write erotica, or even romance. Sometimes it sounds like a romantic romp...which it is NOT. It's even sounded like History of Eastern Europe 101. Yeah, it's not that either.

I'm developing a mental block. Not really a block, sorta a "boogy man" image of writing this outline. Guess that is a block. Part of the reason I was so frustrated I wrote an entirely different book in a month was this stupid outline.

I wonder if it's acceptable to have someone else write the outline of a book one submits to an agent? I mean, um...is that lying? The facts are all the same, just written by someone who doesn't sound like a candidate for the "special" school of writing. The one where the person who DIDN'T eat their crayons last night gets a star.

okay....back to the beast, I mean book.