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- Pitching at National . . .
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- JK Rowling was rejected 12 times–Get a good agent & up your odds
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I woke up late last night to an unfamiliar sound–Rain! Not enough to end the record- breaking Texas drought, but welcome and lovely, and I went outside and raised my face to the thundercloud and let the wind and rain … Continue reading →
So I’m tickled to death I’ve been asked to participate in Texas Writers League Agents Conference again this year, and I’m prepping myself for the question/answer portion of the program, which to some authors is akin to pulling out their … Continue reading →
So I got called out to an emergency meeting about a giant sand box on the lake shore late yesterday afternoon, which made me late getting home, which made Chap mad, which of course, made me mad at his being … Continue reading →
I got a serious case of cultural whiplash last night, going from a city council meeting in meek mild Meadowlakes, to a writer’s meeting in downtown tie-died hair, pierce-every-orifice Austin. Meadowlakes is a buttoned-down little suburb of Marble Falls, with … Continue reading →
“That red brangus is out again. I tried to get her but she’s in the Johnson grass,” the rural route mail lady called to tell us last Tuesday. I swore and growled and, despite my tendency toward non-violence, visions of … Continue reading →
“What is it with you and weird animals?” Chap asked, examining the scratches on my forearm, courtesy of the world’s meanest cat. “You know, other people have cats who actually like them.” I had noticed a deep cut on mean … Continue reading →
13 stabs with a fish hook 2 smelly, wet dogs 1 blast of fish pee Just another day in paradise . . . When Chap asked me if I’d ever been fishing, I said, “My grandpa used to take me … Continue reading →