It's because I have no life, you see...
I am stuck at home, not allowed to spend my meager money reserves because I'll be leaving for Greenville shortly. At least then I may have some blog worthy subjects. I am already packed, and even with taking too many clothes along, like I always do, everything seems to have fit into two duffel bags. So, I'm rather impressed with that.
Not much else is happening. I did send Drew out to a few agents. Got a couple NOs so far, and one request for a partial. I'm keeping the mellow, as usual. For all the things that drive me insane in this world, I find it kind of odd that agent rejections don't bug me. I'm letting my glass-half-empty personality down! At any rate, the partial has been mailed, and hopefully it's either sitting in the requesting agent's mailbox, waiting for his review, or will be delivered Monday. I'm chill about it, yo. If he likes it, woot, if not, onward, right?
Not adjusting well to the writing vacation, so I think tomorrow I'll start taking a lazy approach to returning some attention to the Janie story. I've been stewing about it and taking notes while trying to polish Drew, so I have some decent ideas on where to take it. My big issue will be falling back into a third person mode. I've been thinking in first-person terms for so long that it will be a bit of an adjustment.
The lovely Julie, grammar queen extraordinaire, is taking a gander at Drew. I've learned that I mistreat the noble ellipsis and the mighty dash. Of course, I kind of suspected that. I'm hoping that beyond those, and my hideous abuse of the I statement, my inevitable re-edit won't be too time-consuming. You get to a certain point where you just can't find your own problems anymore. Christine and Lulu have read through AGAIN, and pointed out some glaring errors, so let me publicly send them some love for that help.
My favorite catch from Christine, and one I've left untouched for Julie to discover, occurs mid-implied smut. Let's just say what's supposed to be a tip of a nipple apparently is a nipple gratuity. I wonder what the going rate is for tipping nips these days?
And since I have nothing else of note going on, I shall leave you to peruse my latest Migrant garden picture updates. There have been casualties, but overall, it is still kicking, despite the really nasty hot weather we've had lately. I fear what will become of it when I ditch town for Greenville. Oy.
Hope everyone is having a Happy Fourth of July! (Happy Birthday Kel, the only family member whose birthday I can remember, though I have zilch in the form of greeting card funds. *sigh*)