Got drenched this morning walking into work from the parking lot, even with my trusty umbrella. And now it's cold.
Packed Matthew up last night, and as I post this, he's probably still en route to Kentucky, although nearing his destination. (Edit: He just phoned, and he's arrived safe and sound.) He's spending the weekend at the Midwest Entertainment Industry Conference, being a judge for their film festival. So it's just Hobkin and me for the next few days. Got some errands to run tomorrow, the skunk show on Saturday, and I believe there's a neighborhood Nazi, I mean homeowners association meeting on Sunday. Still, that leaves plenty of time for writing and/or feeling lonely. Wish I'd thought to time some chick flick movies on NetFlix.
Bathed Hobkin. There was havoc. There was bedlam. There was chaos. End result from the carnage and mayhem: a squeaky clean, but verily annoyed skunk. On the plus side, he didn't hit me in the face with a sudsy tail this time, but not for lack of trying.
Also, dude_the has posted more pictures of last weekend's Halloween shindig. They can be viewed at his website. I especially like his "Hello II" picture of Hobkin (on page 2).
I've been having an interesting exchange of email with a new Critters person and I find myself in the odd position of being treated like something of a writing mentor. It's very strange. I don't consider myself established enough or successful enough to be in a position to advise new writers, but apparently some new writers do. It's both flattering and startling. I believe in paying forward. I've certainly availed myself of the expertise and experience of veteran writers (like Ann Crispin) to get me through the first obstacles of writing. I'm glad to be able to help other writers, just surprised that I'm doing so at this point in my career. I still consider myself a neo-pro, a fledgling professional newly coming into my voice. But I guess I am finally coming into it. I have lapses and I stumble, but I'm getting there.
New words: 100+ I think this counts as one of the lapses and/or stumbles. Gurgle.
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I have to read the inactive policy on critters. I haven't done reviews for a month now. I've been moving. ANd I am getting very little help so it's a game of putting my stuff on subways. I haven't put my own stories up on that forum. I've just been reviewing the stories of others.
Then again I haven't even had a chance to write this week.
I think of you as, if not a mentor (only because you've never actually critiqued my own writing), certianly an inspiration, a beacon of encouragement, proof that publication is out there. Just so you know.
I think it's because your position seems attainable in a way that the writers I only know of from their published work do not. Because I know you, not personally, but in some form, from a medium apart from your published work, and because I knew (conversed with) you before you had much if any published work.
I find myself wanting to analize your writing for techniques and such, more so than the more established authors, because in a sense I can see how you got where you are. The only reason I haven't is because it's all in magazines I've never seen (on the occasions I've looked through the magazine section at Powells, I've only seen a couple of sci-fi-fantasy type fiction magazines, such as Wierd Tales and Asimov's).
I guess there's a sense that a famous author is likely to get published due to factors like name recognition and established friendships with editors and such (in addition to skill, of course), while the work of a relatively new author has little to stand on but it's own merit.
Hate to tell you, my friend, but you’ve been an inspiration of mine since I discovered your journal about six months ago. I’ve enjoyed going back to your first postings to see how you started, and to share in the experiences you’ve gone through. I haven’t read every posting (I do need some time to write:-), but I’ve read every one for the past six months. Whenever I become depressed and wonder if I'm wasting my time, all I need do is read your postings and I’m inspired to not give up. I get excited each time you make a sale, and I sympathize when you don’t. I just don’t say much because I don’t want to bother you. Someday I hope to meet you so I can shake your hand and thank you in person for the inspiration you’ve given me. Until then, all I can do is thank you for sharing your experiences and showing us that with a lot of hard work anything is possible.