Oct
17
2008
(Pierre puts up a figurative dartboard on the wall and starts tossing darts)
Oh, hi, yeah, just sort of…well…venting. Yeah.
(Continues to throw some darts. Some of them without looking. Some of the darts crack from the sheer force)
We’re here at yet another update on my novel. Stats have changed. Yep.
I had three agents who were interested in the manuscript–one that has the full manuscript, another that has 100 pages, and the third that has 50 pages.
I received a response from the third, declining. *Pierre tosses another dart, only misses the board completely and breaks the window*.
Agent basically said her 50-page sample was intriguing, but she wasn’t immediately ‘absorbed’ in the story. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall righty.
Crap, I need more darts.
Oct
17
2008
AND WE’RE BAAAAAAAACK!!!!
How’s it goin’, listeners? YEAH! Doin’ great! Listen, the Wretched Writer asked that I post some great hits that he likes to listen to while writing. So sit back, relax, take your shoes off, let’s paaaaahteeeeeeeey! YEAH!
This is Freak here at 55.5, the ‘Taaaaco Supreeeeeeeeme’, baby. And I’m talkin’ extra sour cream on that taco, baby. Ya know it.
Okay, first request–here we go–
Let’s slow it dooooooowwwwn a bit. This one’s for you, ladies…. *wink, wink*. Ya know it. Oh, yeeaaaaaaah.
This particular song is one of many–but we’ll start with this one first, need to warm it up, you know?–that the Wretched Writer loves to listen to when he’s writing love scenes or sex scenes. Let’s face it, listeners–music puts you in the mood to write–gets you in the story, baby. Ya know it. I know it. We’re okay with it.
Here we go! Phil Collins, baby…in….
