I'm not a figment of my imagination

Yay. After weeks of crickets (chiiiiiiiirp), the requests are back. I'm still waiting to hear about the five full manuscripts and six partials that are out, but I'm really feeling hopeful that my luck is turning again. On top of this, I'm a finalist at Women On Writing or WOW with a short story that's being judged by agent, Wendy Sherman, then on another website, an essay that I had slap-dashed together just received an honorable mention. Meanwhile, my wip is coming along better than I'd expected. Writing a YA verse novel offers more freedom than writing adult novels in so many ways. It also has me thinking about how to tighten up each and every line of dialogue and scene. The problem is: Today is Saturday, which means DB aka as Mr. Hunkers is home and I'm going to be distracted. I don't know why, but whenever he's home my focus goes into hibernation. Well, not this weekend. This weekend, I'm getting some serious writing done, period. I'll let you know how it goes. Have a great weekend.

Is this mike on?

Hello everyone and welcome to my blog.

I feel like the new girl at school, and have to figure out what to blog about, but I'll get the hang of it. In a way, blogging feels like karaoke, or however you spell that cozy ancient tradition of getting wasted in a bar and wailing away into a microphone like you're one of the Davids.

Anyhow, I'm off to think...

Oh and if you're wondering about the Apple Country part in my title let me explain. I live in a town that worships the apple, and I don't mean the one that Jobs built. I mean the fruit. Orchards are everywhere. Signs hang and invite you to go apple-picking and make pies, juice, cider, sauce because when you're in my town, you're in... say it with me now--Apple Country.

'Tis all. I promise the next post will have something interesting to say/vent/bitch/whine/gush about.

Or maybe it won't. Meh.