Awake from a dream

I had a very distant, quiet dream that Sarabande was going to take my manuscript, but no. After asking to see the entire manuscript there were others that were more enticing. Ah, on the eleventh day before Christmas my true love gave to me, condolences as the wait goes on.

Happy to metaphorically see that I am closer. What frustrates me most about personal rejections are that you never know how close you actually were. How many notes did I crack that blew the audition.

I also got a personal rejection again from Copper Nickel. Aye, the sly beast eludes me once more with a coy response.

And the gym was full tonight.

Izzie got sick and puked on our couch, and we just did laundry yesterday!

I feel down writing all of this more so because my face is frozen. But, dear wallpaper, I am glad that Christmas is near. That means the Bears are almost done sucking for the year, and that Michigan's recruiting class is near.

And I remember why I hate blogs now, because this is the news I have to bear? Here, here, to all those emerging writer's waiting to step from success' shadow and make success theirs!

bests,

Bum McBum