Saturday, July 14, 2012
Thinks that make you go hmmm...
Some days I feel like the Tasmanian Devil, spinning out of control, leaving nothing but piles of rubble in my wake.
Some days there is so much going on in my head I can't process it all.
Some days I don't want to get out of bed.
Why, why why, you ask.
People annoy me. Let me be more specific. Ignorance, stupidity, and meanness annoy and anger me.
Day job. I love my day job. I'm good at what I do. But this week it made a very bad start to my weekend. I get tired of people not speaking up when they want to and then not keeping their mouths closed when they should. If you don't like my work, fire me, but I've done a damn good job.
Teenage girls. I'm pretty sure that's all I have to say there.
Writing. I'm not going to be specific here, but I think reviewers should be kind to writers and writers should be kind to reviewers. There is no reason to take personal jabs at either. I've seen a lot of ugliness on the net lately with regards to this, and it is nothing short of bullying on both sides. It needs to stop.
And I'm scared. I don't have an agent. I don't have a second book deal. My foreign rights for Never Eighteen are dangling in the stratosphere without a home. I've started querying, but it's frightening. It's something I never wanted to have to do again, yet here I am.
I have a book finished. This is good. I'm rewriting another. This is hard. I have so many projects I want to write, so many ideas. This is frustrating. I don't have the time to write all the ideas swimming around in my head.
Sometimes I wish my brain would just quiet down and leave me be. But it doesn't.
My Dad. He's awesome.
John Messina, Personal Injury Attorney