Now I Know How An Agent Feels. . . .

It had an intriguing title. The story piqued my interest. But the writing was awful - using there instead of their, you're when your was the appropriate word, sole instead of soul, riddled with adverbs, repetitive words and a bit of cheesy dialogue at the end. I was so disappointed. I had high hopes for this story.

This morning I put on my submissions editor hat and I shouldn't have wasted my energy. But I suppose I should feel better about my writing . . . or is my writing just NOT as bad as the others? Now I'm worried.

I received the edits back from the editor at WCP for Caught in the Middle. I wrote this piece last July or so and thank goodness my writing has improved since then. But too bad I didn't really read through the piece before I submitted. It's going to be great when I'm done. I'll probably get this edited tonight.

I already received three telephone calls from friends asking me if I tried to kill them yesterday. To all of those at the Superbowl Party yesterday - I'M SORRY I MADE THE BOURBON SLUSHIES TOO STRONG. I'M SORRY YOU HAVE A STOMACH ACHE AND THE SHITS. I'M SORRY YOUR HEAD IS POUNDING AND YOU CAN'T STRAY FROM THE TOILET LONG ENOUGH TO SEARCH FOR THE TYLENOL. I'M SORRY YOU WERE LATE FOR WORK OR DIDN'T MAKE IT AT ALL. I'M SORRY THE EAGLES LOST. Can you get off my back now? Geesh!

I hope to finish issue 63 of the serial today. That will be one down and 2 to go for the week. I also have to finish my Poetry Column which I've currently titled - Writing From The Heart. I'll be working in my favorite poem by my favorite poet, Nochipa.

Okay, I did it. I am finally eligible for the National Endowment For The Arts Creative Writing Literature Fellowship. I said eligible, but I'm probably not a serious contender. I have to get one more clip copied then my application is done. I'll have to get a box because there is NO WAY all of this is going to fit in any sort of envelope. Hey, a gal can dream can't she?

BK