18 May

Stuff goes on over here. I went to WV last weekend to see Mom–whom I haven’t seen since New Years, which is just depressing–and the rest of my time has been all about revisions. Oh, and drinking heavily because I managed to fuck up my back during the trip home. (Better now; I can turn my head and everything! Yay heating pad/cold pack! Yes, I am like 84091 years old, it’s true.) Honestly though, it was a long time coming. I always fuck up my back when I’m stressed, even if it’s for no reason at all. Like now!

Now that I’m over it, I can discuss the awesome spiral of suck I experienced while coming down from Italy. You know that thing where you’re just really, really tired from nonstop SOMETHING for weeks and you come home to loads of work to do and you’re pretty sure you’ll never be caught up again and hey, you’re a writer, so your life is all about rejection, which is usually fine but not in that fragile state? (To clarify, I didn’t actually have anything rejected at that time, it was more the expectation of it, which is always worse–but I’m getting to that.) Yeah, so that happened. I know, I know, I went on a long Italian vacation, my life is sooooooo fuckin’ hard, right? If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself, it’s that these things can’t be rationalized. Sometimes you’re just tired and you hate everything you’ve ever written. Fact.

So I came home and, uh, see, I had this plan to sub to Angry Robot’s two week open door period this year. I had this epic fantasy all written and I worked really hard on editing it and since I’ve got a lot going on it’s just been languishing. [Side note: the fuck is up with me and the run-on sentences today? Sorry.] But of course, it wasn’t totally ready to go before I left for Florence, so I came back to the task of squishing a 150k novel into two pages–not just a synopsis, but character descriptions, one-sentence summary, and author motivation/inspiration statement. And then there’s the endless combing and recombing of the first 10k words to send with it. You know what I’m talking about.

The synopsis wasn’t that hard. I convinced my friend Jay, who had no prior knowledge of the story and therefore was in a position to tell me, “Hey, this makes no fucking sense, btw,” to check it out for me. The problem was that by the time I was done with it I was like, “Oh god, this is absolute shit. What was I thinking? Oh no, it’s not just this, everything is shit oh god nooooooo!”

Which is silly, but y’all know exactly what I’m talking about. Tired cranky writer is tired and cranky and hateful. I bought myself Fantastic Four Season One and that Scorsese movie about George Harrison (which is awesome) as retail therapy. I looked at my Italy pictures. I worked on RPP–which, what did I do for sanity before that? Seriously? (PS: New issue=awesome!) Raven the Editrix emailed and told me I had a romance novel accepted.

Okay, that last one kinda set me straight, not gonna lie.

But I was still carrying around all that needless tension in my back, so I guess it was time to get properly fucked up and get over it. And here I am, out the other side, yay! And that’s my less-than-exciting story of douchey anxiety.

Anyhow, some of y’all may be interested to note there’s a blog hop with a great message atm, the Hop Against Homophobia. It’s mainly reviewers, authors, and publishers who work with romance featuring m/m pairings (some people call that a genre–I call it romance, but whatever). Anyhow, it’s worth checking out, and if you like theater stuff maybe you’ll dig my post about The Laramie Project.

Right, check y’all later. And sorry for being a pill last week. I put on my big girl pants now, promise.

6 Responses to “Writerspiral~”

  1. Milo James Fowler May 18, 2012 at 4:23 pm #

    Hey now, a novel accepted is BIG news no matter what, right? Congratulations, Katey!

    • Anthony J. Rapino May 19, 2012 at 8:28 pm #

      Whoa, hey, what!? Novel accepted? You sort of snuck that in there. Congrats!

      And you know me, Katey. I’m certainly not advocating alcoholism, no ma’am, not me. But, yeah, sometimes drinking heavily is called for. Sure, it’s usually me doing the calling, but you know.

      • Katey May 22, 2012 at 2:37 pm #

        You can call me for drinking heavily ANY time. As Homer Simpson says, “Alcohol: the cause of and solution to all life’s problems.” Or something like that!

        I did kinda sneak it in. I was too busy moaning to celebrate properly. I did drink an entire bottle of prosecco, though, so that’s cool. Thanks!

    • Katey May 22, 2012 at 2:35 pm #

      MASSIVE news. Thank god for the timing, or I would’ve written off two weeks instead of one :D Thank you!

  2. Cate Gardner May 22, 2012 at 2:23 pm #

    So did you sub to Angry Robot? And yay for another romance novel acceptance. You’re writing so much lately, I’m almost convinced you are 84091 years old.

    • Katey May 22, 2012 at 2:38 pm #

      I did sub, yeah. And spent the week after wondering what the fuck I was thinking doing something like that because waaaaaaaah writerwhine. Now I’m cool with it, though. I’ll forget about it in a few weeks, I reckon — as we all must.

      So excited about the new romance because it’s quite different. But yes. I might be that old. It’s entirely possible. I feel it. Mainly because of my back, but hey.

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