Cranky way to go
Although, the harsh light of day isn't always as kind to my MS. Last night, I was convinced it was gold! Today, it looks a bit more like iron pyrite.
Thanks, DL!
Still truckin', though.
Speaking of which: goal for this week is the same as last. 500 words or bust! Hopefully more, of course, but that's the minimum I'm hoping to get.
That's right! And you know how we Dominatrix's get when someone threatens our territory...Hang in there. sometimes we are own worst punisher and that is Jeanne's job.
That's right! And you know how we Dominatrix's get when someone threatens our territory...
That's inspiration enough, isn't it? Unf, young Mr Hardy isn't in this one, but the next one in line for editing, so you just have to be patient!work harder so you can get Mr. Hardy
Hang in there. sometimes we are our own worst punisher and that is Jeanne's job.
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Excellent! We are most pleased.
We are open minded here. Whatever twiddles your knobs, so to speak.See, I read that and think "Frank Castle in a Death's Head t-shirt." The next poster reads that and sees "Dominatrix."
Proving, yet again, that all things are a matter of perspective.
(Which is fine, because while I could wear the t-shirt and only look marginally silly, a leather corset would make me look completely silly.
Contests aren't so scary, Cranky. Why, I've lost tons of them and manage to go on each day. It's sort of a learned thing -- hold breath, enter contest, forget about it, check status, sigh, lather, rinse, repeat.Good for you on entering that contest, Pike. I collapse like a bad souffle at the idea of entering a contest! At least when I sub to an agent (one day I will, I swear!), nobody knows 'cept me, the agent, and their reader(s).
Yowza. Keep on keepin' on.
Contests aren't so scary, Cranky. Why, I've lost tons of them and manage to go on each day. It's sort of a learned thing -- hold breath, enter contest, forget about it, check status, sigh, lather, rinse, repeat.
Besides, why do you THINK I like using the whip so much?
Then you already have a more successful contest entry history than I do. Go on, enter some more. After all...we have ways of making you do so...Hee!
I've entered exactly two contests in my whole life. The first was a Young Author's thingy sometime in the last century (LOL), and I was thisclose to winning first. They told me it took awhile to decide. I think mine lost because it was pretty dark and horrible. (Yes, even at fifteen...I blame Stephen King.) My poor little heart couldn't take knowing I was that close, and yet still so far.
I still have the second place medal, though.
And, scams do not count. So, by our reckoning, you placed second in the only contest you ever entered. Not exactly seeing why you haven't entered every contest you've come across...
Oh, no worries. I have my ways. Heh, heh, heh.Pike, Pike, Pike. It's good you're in the correct writing position, but how on earth is Jeanne supposed to whip you properly that way?
Failure is not an option! Rejections are not failures. Not writing when you have the time and opportunity, not submitting something because you're afraid, not getting critique and beta help when you need it -- these are failures. But all are surmountable, and you get to start fresh each and every day. Each and every hour, or minute, if you want to or need to.
Maybe I should do a horror/chick lit hybrid and submit it somewheres....
We are open minded here. Whatever twiddles your knobs, so to speak.
Now...
Assume the position...
Both, baby...both.*eep*
I wonder which position would be more appropriate... this one:
or this one:
...
Though I have to confess, a small part of me is now doing this:
Depends on the knobs.
And the twiddler.
We like it when they're eager!Ah...you took the words out of my mouth!
Okay! Seriously now, I'm still hacking at my little wolf girl and reading, reading, reading. I've got another chapter that will probably end up being used for fodder. I've covered detectives and a doctor, everything but the wolf girl. She doesn't talk yet, so it's kind of dragging for me. Next chapter will be more to my liking, straight from the head.
And another short that Jeanne was kind enough to look over for me. Thanks again Jeanne. Do you call that thing you wield a 'cat of nine tales'?
And, of course, I've put my 2 cents in as to what's in the basement. I wouldn't miss that for anything. So here's for you, Jeanne. I'm ready....