Last week, I played the piano for the first time in probably four years. It was sort of like riding a bike–if you tend to crash frequently.
But the longer I played, it came back to me. Strange. Anyway, I was reminded of all the songs I learned to play just so I could play along.
After All These Years – Silverchair
To continue with my bike analogy, I crashed horribly last week. Like, blood everywhere when I tried to play this. But the further into the song I got, it started to come back. Woo! There are like 45 flats and sharps and ten key changes in this one. I tend to round up.
Existentialism on Prom Night – Straylight Run
It’s been years, but I think this is the first song I tried to “play along” to. I’m sure it was an epic fail.
The Luckiest – Ben Folds
If you’re new around here, Ben Folds is one of my favorite people ever. And that’s all I need to say. Oh, one more thing. I played this at my piano recital! Continue reading
Happy Writing Wednesday, all!
If I haven’t mentioned this before, I’m obsessed with Adobe Spark. I’ve made an unhealthy amount of pictures for I’m Only Me (and everything else I write). It’s strangely addicting, and I may have a problem. I’ll be posting my novel pics on my Instagram in the coming weeks. I have a schedule and everything. Try to contain your excitement.
Well, I’m excited about it. I don’t know how to convey this without sounding like I’ve officially lost it. There’s something literally magical about seeing fictional characters that you’ve created come to life in a picture.
accurate representation of me scouring Pinterest
Wow, I’m late. These particular updates aren’t that high on my priority list, which is actually a pretty good confession to make, I’d say.
A List of Currents and Lasts
Current Album in My Car
Ember Breaking Benjamin
Current Album in My Stereo
Saturate Breaking Benjamin
Last Song Played on Spotify
I’m listening to Mark’s playlist as I type this. Currently:
“You Won’t Be Mine” Matchbox 20
Last Netflix Binge
Waiting for OITNB…
Current YouTube Obsession
Love. So this guy calls scammers and wastes their time. That’s pretty much it. While this doesn’t sound entertaining, I’m obsessed. He has a voice changer of some kind, and his granny voice is perfection. I love him. And his eyebrows are awesome.
Last Movie Watched
Captain America: Civil War
I really need to read something. #forshame
Thanks for spending some time here!
Well. Not sure if I’m up for this, but I’m going to try. I have some thoughts…
Here’s the thing. Querying is hell. It’s an absolute nightmare. So you write this novel, and you’re proud of it–the story of your heart, to throw that cliche in here. You do your research to find agents looking for your kind of story. And they’re out there. You prepare your query letter, agonizing over every word and obsessing over comma usage. Does a comma go there? Gah!
You send it out and wait to hear back. Meanwhile your inbox becomes the single scariest page on the internet.
And… Rejection. But that’s OK. That agent was out of your league. It was a long shot. It was expected. Whatever.
Then another rejection comes. Yes, it hurts, but you press on.
This cycle continues until you’ve run out of agents, patience, or self-worth.
I know agents know this, but they have so much power. With one email, they can change lives. That’s what I’m thinking when I hit send. To the writer, you’re sending out the result of more work, heartache, and dedication than anything you’ve created in your life. But on the other end, it’s more of an ever-growing list that must be sifted through before the pile is too overwhelming. I don’t fault agents for this, and I mean no disrespect. It’s just the way it is. Reading through queries is only part of agent life. So what took you possibly years to prepare can turn to a “no, thanks” with a skim and a simple click.
But. Continue reading