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Archive for April, 2012

Progress Report, in which the universe speaks to me through my uncle

Database updated, some novel queries sent.  Some more WRPA needs to be done, but doesn’t it always?  I might do a bit more this week, but I simply gotta get back to turning out copy.

Since we have a moment here, however, allow me to amuse you with a small personal anecdote.

As I mentioned last week, I’ve recently returned from a trip to Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and Phoenix.  In Phoenix, I attended a family reunion, where I had the opportunity to hang out with aunts, uncles, and cousins I see far too seldom.  My uncle Alan and I were catching up, and he asked me what I did for a living.  I told him that my day job was in insurance, which it is.  And without missing a beat, he said, “That doesn’t sound like you.”

Likes to speak his mind, does my uncle.  It’s a Rotundo trait.

But I couldn’t argue with him.  He had me dead to rights.  And that made me a little contemplative.

Not that this was a revelation to me; the day job has always been about keeping a roof over my head, food on my table, money in the bank (or the 401K, as it were)—and nothing more.  It’s never been my life’s ambition, and even my boss knows that.  Nor am I about to chuck the day job; that would be damned irresponsible of me.

But still, to hear it put so bluntly . . . yeah.  It’s not me.

I’m not sure what any of this means, really.  Maybe it’s just a reminder from the universe that I need to get back to work.

All right, then.  Thanks, universe.  Message received.  (And thanks, Uncle Alan.)

Write Club update:  Tier one bounce from an agent on a novel query.  Response time—one day.  (Seriously, dude?  You couldn’t at least allow me the satisfaction of having a query pending for a few days?  Yeesh.)

And I’m out.

Current Music: "Scene of the Crime"--Ratt

Progress Report, in which I shock my readers

A bit behind, owing to a long but lovely trip to Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and Phoenix.

Oddly enough, I didn’t get much (read:  any) writing done last week.

Shocker!  Do pick yourselves off the floor.

Anyway, since I’m already a bit derailed, I’ll take the opportunity to catch up on what Jay Lake calls WRPA (Writing Related Program Activities).  Then, it’s back to work.  For realz.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: "You Could Be Mine"--Guns 'n' Roses

Progress Report, in which less is more

I’m traveling this week, battling dodgy WiFi access, so this will be brief.

Inched forward with some words on the “Just a Game” rewrite, including 500 I managed to bang out on the plane.

I suppose I might be able to eke out some more verbiage yet this week, but given my track record with writing on the road . . . yeah.  The less said about that, the better.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: An indoor waterfall