Had a "Resume Building" workshop at the unemployment office this morning. Why is it everytime I go there, it's raining? My class consisted of folks like me who've been out of work going on two months now. I noticed a large drop in business suits (none), and a huge increase in jeans and sweat suits. Also, an increased level of desperation in people's eyes.
The class taught me that my resume needed punching up, so as soon as I got home, I spent the next several hours updating the damn thing. It's all shiny and trendy now.
Interview tomorrow. Stress happening.
Received my contract from the Cricket Magazine Group for "The King of Rabbits and Moon Lake." Signed and mailed it back. It puzzled me greatly when I got the envelope because it was one of my SASEs, and I always indicate on them what story is being responded to (very helpful when I send more than one story to a market, which I routinely do to the Cricket folks). But I knew I'd already had "Moon Lake" accepted, so couldn't figure out what could be in it. Were they retracting their offer of publication? Eee! Of course, after an anxious rip or two, I realized they must have sent me the acceptance using their own stationary. Silly Eugie.
Also received word from my agent that Candlewick and Penguin-Putnam have passed on my novel and that he's sent it to HarperCollins and Roaring Brook Press next. Got the feedback from the editors. My story made the Putnam editor cry, but she still didn't buy it. Fooie.
Words: Beginning my rewrite of the folktale going through Critters. Running stats on the crits and making notes about tweaks and tunings. Got some excellent nit-picky feedback. Two passes so far. I hope to have it out the door by Thursday.
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