An apocryphal story - the word "apocryphal" here means "obviously untrue" - tells of two people, long ago, who were very bored, and that instead of complaining about it they sat up all night and invented the game of chess so that everyone else in the world, on evenings when there is nothing to do, can also be bored by the perplexing and tedious game they invented. ~Lemony Snicket
LOL... doesn't really have anything to do with today's post. I just liked the quote!
First off... just a quick reminder that the Long and the Short of It's second anniversary bash started TODAY. We're giving away tons of stuff -- the but the grand prizes are three (yes THREE) Sony eReaders. And, hey, feel free to spread the word :-)
A writing friend, Wendi Zwaduk, shared her exciting news with me yesterday: she got her release date for her upcoming book with The Wild Rose Press. I was VERY excited for her, but also gobsmacked -- the release is for next May. Her edits are done, the cover is completed, the ARC is approved... and it doesn't release until next May... nearly a year from now. Holy smokes.
The reason this impacted me so much was this: even if I finally get something submitted (whether to TWRP or somewhere else), does this mean it will be a year or more before it's released? Because, yanno, I expect that with the NY publishers, but not with the ePubs.
So, I have to admit to being a little discouraged.
Still, I did manage to write a little last night. I opted to continue revising "Return to Stiller Creek" since it's the closest to being submitted. I clearly need to get something in the pipeline, so that's my goal. And, I will (I WILL) make time to write every day, even if it's only 30 minutes.
Yes, the fantasy still calls my name. Yes, I have other things singing their siren song. But, I need to be realistic and focus.
Bad, bad news in Pillar Place: Monarch -- Jane died. She never even made her pupa. She went into her J and then just sort of... dissolved. It was quite icky. And Maria? Superglued Maria? Her pupa has turned black, so we're guessing she's a goner as well.
So, to recap: we began with ten eggs. We hatched four pillars. Nancy died as a baby. Jane died as a J. Maria died as a pupa.
And then there was one. All our hopes lay with Lenape.
NOT a good year to be a caterpillar.
In other news, though, I actually saw my first monarch butterfly yesterday... so maybe somewhere there are other pillars hatching?
The Care and Feeding of a Muse (a guest blog)
9 hours ago