I spent the entire, really the entire, day at my desk working on my own materials. Most of my friends don’t believe me when I tell them I work on a balance ball. I’ve set up my office with my desk, two computers, two printers and a work space at right angles on the left. There is a bookcase out of view on the right loaded with reference material. So, today I was productive.
First, I worked on a personal essay that I plan to submit to a couple of contests. It needs a bit more tweaking, but overall I’m satisfied I’m on the right track.
Next, I finally couldn’t put off writing the one-page synopsis for my first Mad Max novel. When someone tells you it’s harder to write the synopsis than the entire novel, do not RPTFLOL! Believe them. Yes, there is a format to follow, but when every word counts, it’s difficult to find le mot juste.
I wrapped up a short story for another contest, after sending it to my cousin for her approval. After all, her older brother was my model, although I took many liberties with the plot.
Lastly, I reviewed my query letter and all but trashed it. I now have four versions left on my laptop. I can’t count how many I’ve already trashed. Then, I read entries for the query letter contest Nathan Barnsford is running. Some were better than mine, some were worse. Oops, I should have entered the contest, although my fellow writers were brutal in their rejections. Sigh. Where has the civility gone? One would-be-agent-for-a-day, the title of the contest had a terrific quote: “Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
I have been revising the first chapter of Mad Max 2 and just pulled it up to work on it, when I was interrupted. Nikki, my CWA, who is NOT allowed to climb on the ball — remember, she is armed and dangerous — decided I needed to quit working and feed her.
Guess that’s my cue to stop for the night, think about the changes I made to the four projects above, and begin again just after dawn tomorrow.