Tweet!

Heaven help me! I'm tweeting. This is all very humbling. Hello I'm nobody, please buy my book from Amazon! I feel pathetic. On top of it, my attempts to customize my twitter profile keep leading to a screen that declares, "Bad Request." I feel like banging my head against a wall. This is why people hire publicity reps and literary agents and why they have wi-fi. Stupid dial up. I should go to bed. This bitterness cannot lead to anything good.

Finding An Agent

Well, it's only been a month...not even, and I haven't heard from the literary agency I appealed to. They are really my first choice and I'm hoping against hope they will pick me up. If not, I'm seriously considering checking into e-publishing or just posting bit by bit on my blog, go all Julia and Julie. It's difficult to wait. Even more than print, I would love to see my book on screen. It played so clearly across my mind as I wrote it (love those "music video" scenes) that it would be such a thrill to see it faithfully played out.
Step by excruciating step, we'll get there.
I DO NOT want to go back to school.
One more semester, one more semester.