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Nov. 15th, 2007 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI've often thought that Stephen King must be somewhat off for writing about authors going bugshit insane so often as he does. I think, maybe, even if it doesn't affect him the way my author going bugshit is affecting me, I still think I'm right.
There's something very, very weird about writing metafiction. Even when it's not really metafiction because you know your author is more bugshit crazy than you are (isn't she? I keep telling myself that she is and I think it's pretty well true, but I'm still scared of vultures) and even if your metafiction boyfriend/husband/so of some kind is Connor Trinneer (I needed a face that came with a somewhat associated name and he was the 'it' of the week) and even if she doesn't have college loans or live with anyone but her SO and a couple outdoors cats and even if. There's a lot of even if's. Because 'even if' implies a 'there's still' and there's a lot of 'there's still's, too.
Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what that means, either. I have talents. I have skills. What does that mean? In context, maybe it means something, but what's the context? That sounds so philosophical and deep. What's the context of my life? What's the frequency, Kenneth. Mm.
I have no philosophical and deep. Thankfully, no one's fooled.
I'm coming the end of the year and I haven't sold any agent on Pen Bryton yet. Admittedly, I also haven't submitted query letters in the last couple of months. So, what does that mean? Submit them all at the end of the month, when I have the new Agents' Guide? Or do I just keep going? Or do I switch to a different novel and try? Human Child, while it needs a new title, looks promising. Metafiction could be the new thing. Captioning a query letter with "Fairy Space Elf Mecha Porn" would either get a laugh and an inquiry or get it pitched in the bin without reading further and I'm honestly not sure which. Although I'm tempted to try it just to see. What's the worst that happens, I get a bunch of rejection letters? They all know that Laurell K Hamilton sells well, and it's not like I haven't gotten rejected before.
How many of y'all are tired of hearing about this? Raise your hand.
I don't know. I've been living la vida loca for a few days now. The dizzy spells don't help, but I'm going to go with Occam's Razor and blame that on aenemia. Listening to PIG doesn't help, but I'm changing that right... now. Because, really, unless you have a strong stomach, there's no good mood for listening to a man sing about how corrupt he is, in graphic detail. And I mean graphic. This is a guy whose idea of a chorus is "Find it fuck it forget it." I'm going to go with a rousing chorus of Beatles music, for a variety of reasons. Nope. Guess again.
Sigh. I don't know. I just don't know. Ignore me, folks, nothing to see here, it's just ... nothing to see here. In time, this, too, shall pass. And, you know. Stuff.
There's something very, very weird about writing metafiction. Even when it's not really metafiction because you know your author is more bugshit crazy than you are (isn't she? I keep telling myself that she is and I think it's pretty well true, but I'm still scared of vultures) and even if your metafiction boyfriend/husband/so of some kind is Connor Trinneer (I needed a face that came with a somewhat associated name and he was the 'it' of the week) and even if she doesn't have college loans or live with anyone but her SO and a couple outdoors cats and even if. There's a lot of even if's. Because 'even if' implies a 'there's still' and there's a lot of 'there's still's, too.
Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know what that means, either. I have talents. I have skills. What does that mean? In context, maybe it means something, but what's the context? That sounds so philosophical and deep. What's the context of my life? What's the frequency, Kenneth. Mm.
I have no philosophical and deep. Thankfully, no one's fooled.
I'm coming the end of the year and I haven't sold any agent on Pen Bryton yet. Admittedly, I also haven't submitted query letters in the last couple of months. So, what does that mean? Submit them all at the end of the month, when I have the new Agents' Guide? Or do I just keep going? Or do I switch to a different novel and try? Human Child, while it needs a new title, looks promising. Metafiction could be the new thing. Captioning a query letter with "Fairy Space Elf Mecha Porn" would either get a laugh and an inquiry or get it pitched in the bin without reading further and I'm honestly not sure which. Although I'm tempted to try it just to see. What's the worst that happens, I get a bunch of rejection letters? They all know that Laurell K Hamilton sells well, and it's not like I haven't gotten rejected before.
How many of y'all are tired of hearing about this? Raise your hand.
I don't know. I've been living la vida loca for a few days now. The dizzy spells don't help, but I'm going to go with Occam's Razor and blame that on aenemia. Listening to PIG doesn't help, but I'm changing that right... now. Because, really, unless you have a strong stomach, there's no good mood for listening to a man sing about how corrupt he is, in graphic detail. And I mean graphic. This is a guy whose idea of a chorus is "Find it fuck it forget it." I'm going to go with a rousing chorus of Beatles music, for a variety of reasons. Nope. Guess again.
Sigh. I don't know. I just don't know. Ignore me, folks, nothing to see here, it's just ... nothing to see here. In time, this, too, shall pass. And, you know. Stuff.