Monday, April 18, 2011

Death by a Thousand Cuts

For the third time in three years, the spousal unit has banged up the Highlander.  I just paid off the car last week, for cripe's sake.  Last night she smashed up the same part of the car she smashed up two years ago, in the same way -- by backing into a wall.  I can barely afford to put food on the table and now this.  Again.

Kill me.  Kill me now.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I Am a Big, Fat Liar

I lied when I said in a recent post that I'd sent my last partial.  Picking over my QueryTracker-picked list of agents, I came up with another 13 decent prospects -- so I dropped QueryBomb IV today, the 13th.  Thirteen on the 13th.  That ought to count for something.

But this last batch is, seriously, the final bunch of queries.  Nothing more to scrape up.  This is the last round-up, the final roll of the dice, the end of the road.

So, I've put off the search for independent publishers for just a bit longer.

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Problem With My WIP

The biggest problem with my work in progress is that I have none.  This is mostly due to the fact that I don't have an idea for one.  Needless to say, this makes writing a novel difficult.

It's not that I don't have ideas.  I don't have ideas that are (a) good and/or (b) are something I want to write about.  I had one fairly decent idea for a political novel, but it was very time-critical and is now, as we used to say at the Very Important Organization, "OBE" -- meaning, "overtaken by events."

It's bad enough that I have trouble coming up with the plot for an idea; if I don't have an idea to start with, I've got nowhere to go.

Where do all you smartypants writers who are always working on your WIPs come up with your ideas?