Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The death of a book
Really, at this point, I just don't get it. What's wrong with this book? Does it really suck that bad? What the hell is wrong with it? Because I just don't get it. I think I may be moving through these phases of grief pretty fast, because I'm hot on the heels of being pissed right now. I. Don't. Understand. It's not that I think it's amazingly wonderful or anything, but it's at least as decent as some of the things I've read recently. Okay, before I start beating my head against my desk, I'm just going to say I don't get it. I'm really sick of this game.
I'm going to sub my novella to the anthology. I wrote my query letter last night. We'll see how that turns out. They'll more than likely reject it. And if they do, well, I think I'm out. I've got too much to do to keep playing at this, and I can just write for myself. There, it's in writing, and I am keeping myself to this!
Bah. Humbug! :)