You guyyyyyyyys....I am, like, totally running out of things to blog about.
Why is this, you might ask? Well, I will now share a deep, dark industry secret with you. The life of a writer is generally not as glamorous and star-studded as it may at first appear.
I know, I know. Calm yourself. Breathe. It'll be okay.
Look, I'm sure some writers do have exciting daily things to share. Robert Pattinson stops by. Or Daniel Radcliffe stops by. Or your wife Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley stops by.
Sometimes I have mail stop by. Like Con Ed bills. And ModCloth dresses that I buy and invariably return. Is this something you need me to tell you in great detail? Do you find this information fascinating?! (Please say yes.)
If the answer to the above is no then...er...well, how are you doing anyway? What's new with you? Please do let me know in the comments section over this cup of virtual tea!
My life involves sleep deprivation, slow walks in the park with a certain little mister, and getting burped on. Glamour on the West Coast! ;)
ReplyDeleteTell me more about these ModCloths. I need to live vicariously.
That IS glamorous!
DeleteWell, since you asked, I purchased this as a possible launch party frock: http://www.modcloth.com/shop/dresses/cartography-degree-dress Alas, it was not as flattering in person as I would have hoped.
Well, thanks for the tea, but I'll just have some water. My day is pretty much down to revising/editing a MS, going to my afternoon job, and sweating at the gym. Glam doesn't begin to cover it.
ReplyDeleteI think that sounds mahvelous. Especially the revising part! Wish I was doing something as productive these days.
DeleteWait, a writer's life is supposed to be glamerous? WHY DIDN'T SOMEBODY TELL ME THIS?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I'm doing an on-line writer's workshop with Susan Sipel (@HP4Writers) and as she's sending us lessons and we're discussing them, ideas are exploding in my head about what I can do with my WIP. That photo I tweeted you? That's all happened since the workshop started on 6Feb. I was seriously stalled 6 chapters in to the story. I knew what I wanted to happen, but had no idea how to go about writing it. Even though my story isn't about witches and wizards, isn't a mystery, and takes place in a real-life contemporary Scottish village rather than a magical boarding school, I'm learning so much about plotting and pacing, hinting at things to come while misdirecting the reader, and creating a believable world from JKR, I may just have to fly to Edinburgh and give her a big thank-you hug. (I hope her estate doesn't have a fidelious charm on it.)