Isn't that a great idea? It is a good way to make sure that you have a chance of working in the near future. It ensures that all writing time is not spent on that novel, to the detriment of your bank account. (Seriously, aren't you looking for a chance to stop working on that novel?) And, on the off chance that everything gets accepted (ha, ha), it is still do-able.
I think I am going to totally do this. Two down, eleven to go!
Totally Random Quote of the day:
"Applause is a drug, like heroin, or checking your email." - Sideshow Mel
So, my novel. It's YA (Young Adult). My main character is fourteen. What am I doing? It's been a couple (OK, sixteen) years since I was that age. I want your ideas. What do you remember about being fourteen? If you are fourteen, um, what did you do today?
Write on!
14 was a wonderful year after a terrible 13. I made good friends, pushed boundaries with my parents, had my first kiss, enjoyed life.
ReplyDeleteHmmm ... I was quite an idiot - prideful, weird ideas, kooky, wore weird things. I took a long time to mature, I think. My outlook has broadened a LOT, especially in how I view other people and accept them, and how I view my faith. Still, some of the best parts of me were already there - I was thoughtful and artsy and read passionately.
ReplyDeleteDon't know if that will help. :P
(This is Monika, if you didn't see my other comment)
I really like your blog and I wish you the best in your freelance endeavor.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 14 my parents were going through a divorce and I was moving here to Tennessee. Getting to meet new people was always a part of life but I did it with my "family". It was different after the divorce. It was harder for some reason.
At fourteen I had a terrible hairdo in which one side of my bob was about 5 inches longer than the other. I also searched desperately for an identity in my clothing. One day you might find me sporting a Grateful Dead T and some cut-offs. Another, I could be seen in stretch pants, high tops and a floral, over-sized top.
ReplyDeleteI was lost, identity wise, in every way and insecure. I also had a great sense of humor and was so cynical and sarcastic that I try to conjure up that girl from time to time in my writing to throw a little bite and humor into the mix. I would never, ever go back to 14 again.
Ahhh, Jr. High... the worst years of life. As Susan Davis mentioned in Sunday School, her eighth graders stun her with their mature insights at times and then quickly remind her that no, they are in fact still babies. She clearly didn't know me... I was all grown up. HA!
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