Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Sound of One Hand Giving Me the Finger

Wanna know what's strangling me today, aside from the usual? After having sent out some writing stuff to some writing people over the past couple week, I've been looking at this all day.


I feel like a blind girl at a mime convention. Which is maybe just slightly worse than being a seeing girl at a mime convention? Maybe not. Maybe I just feel like a girl at a mime convention.

15 Comments:

Blogger meno said...

Well, at least you won't have no comments. :)

1/11/2007 4:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well... I tried to go and send you an e-mail, but my yahoo account will receive, but not give. Selfish Yahoo.

1/11/2007 7:35 PM  
Anonymous LetterB said...

Ach. The wait can be unbearable. If you're anything like me your wearing out the refresh key. Sending every good luck vibe I got your way.

1/11/2007 8:31 PM  
Anonymous DD said...

How 'bout an encouraging quote from "The Potty Book for Girls":

"Oops I had an accident, my pants are very wet.

Mom and Dad say it's OK, don't you give up yet!"

1/11/2007 9:50 PM  
Blogger SUEB0B said...

I feel the same way because I am waiting for a check to arrive. And some earrings from etsy.com

Lalalala

1/12/2007 6:00 AM  
Blogger Jaye Wells said...

Um, two weeks? Try six months, sister. What could you do while you're waiting? Hmm. What could it be? Perhaps, oh I don't know...WRITE!

1/12/2007 6:27 AM  
Anonymous TB said...

Tom Petty is like some sort of philosopher god, no? And I don't think it was just the pot talking. Hey, maybe that's what you need, a big fat joint.

Hang in there.

Also, I would NOT like to be at a mime convention, they freak me right out.

1/12/2007 11:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Eh, fuck 'em. Just keep writing. You'll have more material for when your demand goes through the roof and everyone's clamoring for your work.

1/12/2007 12:06 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

When I was waiting for my Realtor and the bank to email me back I (literally) refreshed my mail screen every two seconds. It was pure madness. It's like watching water boil or paint dry. Get outta the house!

Oh, and good luck!

1/12/2007 1:09 PM  
Blogger Esereth said...

But doesn't it feel good, really, that you've gotten honest clean rejection (actually it isn't even as bad as rejection) instead of that yucky, 'oh I could be a writer if I had time blah blah blah' feeling most bloggers lug around?

Have you looked at Craig's List? I get to be in a book (and was paid 25 smackaroos) after responding to a solicitation for writers on an add there.

1/12/2007 2:07 PM  
Anonymous wordgirl said...

Dude! That message counter is just like a site meter on a blog and those can depress the hell out of you (and me). Give it some time! And now for my next trick, I'll try following my own advice.

1/12/2007 3:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That sucks Peter North.

1/12/2007 8:35 PM  
Anonymous Ortizzle said...

Don't look. But do keep writing. Oops, I forgot you have to look or you won't know if there are any messages. So make that, "Keep writing." And keep bugging people, and sending writing proposals. Just keep on, Mignon.

1/13/2007 8:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Watched pot never boils. Or as we say in Chicago, "The watched street never produces the cab."

I hate waiting.

1/13/2007 9:18 AM  
Blogger spellconjurer said...

I hailed my first cab ever in Chicago on total accident. Standing on the curb, pointing out the Harris Dance Theater acrosst the street. As I stepped off the curb to cross over, I was nearly hit by the very cab I'd accidently hailed. Still I consider it a success! The cab driver definately did not. This had nothing to do with the post, or Mignon, and for that I apologize. Sometimes I just babble. About nothing, for no apparent reason.

1/13/2007 9:54 PM  

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