Well. Life is good.
I went and pitched the publisher those many weeks ago (or so it seems) and managed to gather interest – won “best pitch” and impressed my envelope of goodies upon a publisher. The book, tentatively subtitled: MS and Intimacy, looks like it’s got legs, as they say. Many of them are in odd positions (sorry, couldn’t resist)
Since then, I’ve been struggling as I, overwhelmed, try to get back into writing chapter 6. My co-author, Karen, and I, plan to do up chapter six, redo the cover letter (which I feel was a bit rushed) and send the whole package out to an agent or two and perhaps some additional publishers.
So, why the struggle? My computer died, and had to go to the doc. I am typing on my netbook, which is cute at times but also leads to people saying “I feel your pain” when I mention same. The keys are closely arranged for my stubby fingers and I often delete total paragraphs unexpectedly. I think I’ve figured out the key formations that do this but they are closely enough located that I can’t help pressing them as I race along.
And then, I’ve got life popping in here and there, demanding attention.
Little things like cohabitation agreements, love in all its glory, fall cleaning, Thanksgiving, travel, needing to eat, etc.
Today, it’s a glorious fall day. I must get out in it, somehow. So, since I am struggling to write, I think I’ll put my chapter six outline into my head and go for a stagger while my brain processes it.
Maybe I can trim the overload and write.