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Re-post this in your LJ if you know someone who has, had or has been affected by cancer.

I still miss you, Grandmama.



Also? I hate query letters. Hate. With a fiery vengeful passion. They are evil things and I hate them. I think I hate them even more after a year or two of having submitted them and gotten piles of rejection letters. Which I still have. Yay masochism? And now it just feels like I'm setting myself up for more of the same, and I hate that.

But, hell. I might as well, right? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I may get rejected and not published but I definitely won't get published if I don't try.

I keep telling myself that. It only makes it marginally better.

I did go out today, we got some sundries for the house that we needed, like a new fan to replace the frillion years old one that finally died, and some tissues, and we stopped by a Walden books that was closing and got a few books at half off on sale. Including Angel: After the Fall graphic novel, Dresden Files graphic novel, and two Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse books. What the hell, right? I also saw at least five other vampire mystery type books by people or about characters I'd never heard of. Man, the vampire area is so played out these days. So. Tired. Of vampires.

Right. I guess it's time to update my writing schedule, do some more work on writing, and... something. Try not to break down crying in anticipation of rejection letters I haven't even received yet. Okay, it's not that bad yet? But, man. I hate these stupid things.