Hope everyone had a Happy New Year! Welcome 2009!
Recovering still from the holidays. Not sure I want to analyze too deeply what it says about me that I find it relaxing being back at my desk after returning from Illinois. I remember growing up that I found my mother's work-a-holic nature perplexing and irksome, and now I seem to have acquired it. Hmph.
Anyhoo, had a wonderful Xmas with the in-laws and birthday with the hubby—acquiring many new prezzies thereof, both practical and whimsical, including a rice maker, kitchen knives (thank Jeebus, real knives to replace the blunt, knife-shaped metal bits we've been trying to cut with), new clothes for work and play, an elephant teapot (!), and many, many books and DVDs.
But I always get overwhelmed by the chaos of the holiday season and fall behind on my various obligations. Fording through the backlog now.
2008 was an interesting year for me. My overall productivity improved over last year's, but most of that was from wordage on The Stupid Novel, which isn't at zero draft yet. So my number of completed works this year is quite small. But I also sold a short story collection. I've been hungry to finally have a book of all Eugie, only Eugie works for a while now, and it's a huge milestone for me.
Why not put all your resolution(s) in one basket? And there are actually several in there if you read between the lines of 2008's accomplishments. It was a banner year and I expect 2009 will include many more successes for you!
Thanks for sharing the rejection vs. sales numbers. It made me feel a little better about my one turned-down sale amid the flurry of passes. Even emerging literary lights like yourself had more rejections than sales. "Must keep trying," I tell myself . . .
"Why not put all your resolution(s) in one basket? "
Isn't there some adage about one's hamsters cave out the basket bottom or something?
"Even emerging literary lights like yourself had more rejections than sales."
Hee! "Emerging literary lights" made me go all blushy. But totally, heck yeah; while my rejection-to-sales ratio is gratifyingly shrinking from year to year, I honestly don't ever expect to achieve a 1:1 ratio of submission-to-sales. Think I might die from shock if that happened.
Yeah. Those stupid novels can be such a major pain in the posterior. Stupid trilogies, though, are six times the pain. And I'm not even going to talk about how much pain is involved in stupid podcast novels, aaaayyyyyyyyyaaaarrrrrrrggghhhhh! What was I thinking???!
Do me a favor. Next time I come up with one of my "bright ideas" - shoot me. Please.
Heh. We writers are basically cursed, aren't we?