A Good Day

Tonight is a two Cup Noodles night. It’s 11pm and I just finished my paid post and an edited post for the night. In a way, I feel productive and I’m hoping they sell because I haven’t had much in the ways of being productive this week due to circumstances. My hometown decided to use Tuesday and Wednesday to fix an 80 year old pipe in the center of town and had to have the water shut off, so I made myself scarce from the house for a couple days. It’s difficult to get a lot done when you don’t have running water.

The only bummer about that was it didn’t seem like my house was one of the ones affected by it, so it was kind of pointless to be away. Other than the obvious of everybody deserves a little time off.

Over the last couple of days, I have also been working on a synopsis, query letter, and the rest of the submission package for the book. With all of that in place, I submitted my book to a literary agency, one of the ones that liked my last book but just didn’t feel confident they could find a home for it. It was hard to let go of the book because even the first ten pages just looked like a bunch of junk in spots. Believe me, I could work and rework this a hundred times, but it was ready to head out the door. Otherwise I could be at this for years and I know myself when I say that it will never be perfect.

I’m tired tonight, which is a good thing. I think my insomnia might be linked to whether or not I feel like I have made good use of the day. The more accomplished I feel, the better I sleep.

I heard something hilarious today too. Apparently my ex-wife thought I somehow bought a conversion van. Once again, she has shown me that whatever fantasy she creates about my life is exponentially more exciting than reality. If only she had that much faith in me when we were married, who knows where I might have turned up.

As much of an accomplishment sending my book out might sound like to the uninitiated, believe me when I say that it is really just another step. Before I had the book done, but since I’ve been down this road before, I know just how many miles I have to go. I can expect MANY rejections. Luckily for me, I’ve gotten pretty bulletproof over those throughout the years. You just have to keep trying. Fall down 37 times. Get up 38.

What I do appreciate is that most people never make it this far in the writing process, and here I’ve done it again. In 2016 I decided to try my hand at Graduate School. It had been 18 years since I had been in a classroom. So much was different, such as the technology, the online portions of the lectures, the supplimentals, and then there was the stuff that hadn’t changed, like force-feeding students Marxism as “literary theory.” I burned out pretty quickly and told myself this:

If I were in the MFA program at a university, the metric of getting a terminal degree in my field would be writing a book. I had already published a book. Every book after that would just be another Master’s or Ph.D. I’m happy with finishing three books in two years. I don’t need to go back to school. It is an accomplishment.

However, it would be nice to get paid to do it. (Of course if I was enrolled in a degree program, I would be paying them).

Anyway, I’m tired, so I’m going to scoot off to bed. Tomorrow is another day. Another submission. And hopefully pick up some more work.

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