Sending out queries feels like this when you start up the email.
And this when your done.
It's a full-spectrum emotional ride.
Famously, Stephen King had a nail on the wall where he put all of his rejections while trying to get published early on; he ran out of room on the nail. I don't have a nail, nor do I have paper copies of rejections (most things operating as they do on the onlines), but some days I consider printing them off.
No, not to ritualistically spike.
No, not to ritualistically burn.
Or paste sadly on a table-top.
No rituals. Just to put them in a folder. And then quietly f...
(And how many of you read that in Prof. Farnsworth's voice? We could probably be friends. Or high-five buddies, I don't want to rush things.)
I've been living in DC for a little over six months; I've been in the States for over a year. However, due to a Series of Fortunate events, we are going to be moving again - this time to the beautiful Montreal.
Part of me is a little miffed, because it was an increibly long schlog to get my Green Card.
(Shhhh, I say to all who begin to say Huh huh, it's not hard. In the movies --
Winter is strange in DC. Having lived the majority of my life North-of-the-Wall (Canada), I have a pretty intense and distinct idea of what constitutes as a snowy day. This is not meant to be a pissing contest, we just get a lot of snow:
So when work closes down because of a few centimeters, I'm really delighted.
We moved twice again. That has brought me up to 8 times in less than three years. We might move again in April. It is not an excuse for abandoning the blog for nearly a year, but that is all that I will say on the matter.
Since Last we met!
I've worked at a Law Firm, a Brewery, and a Bookstore over the past 11 months. Working all over the place is incredibly rewarding (Helping people! Beer! Books!) Also, it has served as excellent fodder.
I've now read a fair amount of Shirley Jackson. We Have Always Lived in the Castle was my favourite. Unsettling, and featuring a cat you are never quite sure i...