I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

My dad had the answer

I’ve done it. I’ve sent out the first query for a proposal.

Having said that, I have, in my path placed, a huge boulder. The agent, the one I really, really think is perfect, the one I queried, is not taking unsolicited queries. That’s right NOT accepting unsolicited queries, referrals only. So why did I disregard the fence, the wall, the barrier, the rules?

A few years back I approached another agent, about another project, and she was closed to queries too, and yet, she was the kindest, most generous reader of my writing out there. The encouragement she passed along kept me going on the main road. So I’m hoping my words will wear away the barrier. My query is the best I can make it, as of today, to this agent, and I am hoping upon hope – and there it is, hope.

I have to add that she is not my dream agent but the one I believe is best to represent my story. THEE BEST. I used to have dream agents but what I’ve learned is that the dreamy ones, the ones so perfect for me, were not necessarily perfect for my projects. This one is perfect and I am praying, yes praying, she sees she is exactly the right person to represent my amazing story.

I love this stage of the game, this curve of the track, this card in the deck - this write, save and send moment is what I live for. Oh, my family, I love and live for them too but writing - as my dear departed Smirnoff loving father with the rummy nose used to say about everything common, and everything monumental, “That’s what it’s all about.”

What did your father 'used' to say?


  1. Ooh, that's exciting! The best of luck to you.

    What my grandfather says about just about everything is "How 'bout that."

    1. Thanks Jennifer. Grandfathers are great. Mine used to sit in 'his' chair smoke a pipe, and with a wink in his eye, tell all us grandkids to shut up or go outside and play. There were sixteen of us. Now I'm his age. Well, that's depressing but it beats the alternative - I think :)

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    1. Love that. Now here we are getting older looking for our own smartz.