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.

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Pen-update, rejection section

I queried two papers for another column. Sent articles along with the queries. Haven’t heard back. I'm thinking no response means no. And that’s okay.
Submitted to a magazine a rather long piece about a life event which changed our family in amazing ways, forever. Got a rejection on that one fairly quickly because the piece is time sensitive (September) and lead-time is running out.

Pitch points on that one:
I had less than five bucks in my wallet and a million and a half dollars in my hand.
It was like Erin Brockovich meets It Could Happen To You.

Am pushing forward to other publications and no it wasn’t an insurance settlement and no we did not win the lottery.

Right now I am editing my book. Yup, went back with the joy of time, and utter endearment for a cast of characters I adore.

So that’s it. That’s my short (as a short-straw) update because I have editing to do.
Lovin’ life.
Have a great summer boys and girls.