Speaking of misery, I came home from a wild -- but ultimately successful (for my side) -- baseball game late last night. I was filled with ideas about how I'd tell you that it was all an analogy, you see. You think you're winning, but then you're losing. Then you tie, then you're losing again. Many people bail on you. But you persevere and win on a wild pitch.
But forget that. I had to look at my email, didn't I? Stupid, stupid Hathor. Another agent I requeried yesterday couldn't wait to tell me that I truly suck. I promise never again to complain about agencies going different directions, the state of the market, or how subjective this whole business is.
Let's see. I'm linear. Not quite sure what that means in this context, but it's apparently a bad thing. I explain what happened and how I felt, but I didn't
narrate. Huh? Again, I'm clueless.
Agent wanted to hear how my daughter felt being told she was learning-disabled. Only that didn't happen until she was in sixth grade. At the end of chapter one (what I provided), she was a completely nonverbal toddler.
I include details about me and my life that aren't going to interest anyone, he said. Other agents told me to make this all more personal. What details I include are there for one or more reasons. But there I go, being linear again, I guess.
The worst thing, though, is that I lack a "strong narrative voice." I have no idea what the problem is, but I don't think it's fixable.
I went to bed, figuring I'd just shred and delete all the drafts of the NF come morning. The fiction, too, since I don't have a strong narrative voice. All I'd accomplished in the past four years is weight gain from sitting on my butt in front of my computer.
I still don't know what to do. My skills of rationalization are failing me. At what point do I accept I don't have what it takes?
And what's worse, I now have Roger Miller's "Dang Me" going through my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1s7HHnnjU4&feature=related I yearn for "Muskrat Love."
I'm trying for a positive, here. Uh, at least it's not "You Can't Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd" or any of the other of his delightful ditties that, decades later, I can't erase from my mind.
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Sorry for the Rs, Carleree and Shadow_Ferret.