10.06.2005

Goals for the Weekend
Maybe Thursday, noon, is too early to be thinking about the weekend, or maybe it reflects the tone of this work week. Regardless:

1. Finalize two module proposals for the Project. That's 44k due by January-ish, but earlier would be better.

2. Give thanks for the fact that I'm living the life that Harley, the child, never would have imagined. I'm getting paid to write modules?!

3. Re-sketch the maps for Mike’s campaign setting.

4. Attend a ska/punk show down in town.

5. Forget that I'm still waiting to hear back about the book. (See EC's Guide to Success in Publishing, rule #2012.)

6. Forget that the White Wolf novel announcement is just around the corner.

7. Fall down on concrete with friends until I accomplish #s 5 & 6.

8. Rethink the purpose of Choose Death. Nobody needs to hear about Harley's weekend plans --- write about something that matters, damnit!

If I don’t have time to post, have a wonderful weekend! Be safe, know that you are loved, and take a fall for me. If you should see an old man sitting on the street corner with some graph paper and a skateboard, you know who he is!

9 comments:

ec said...

There ARE no rules to success in publishing, at least none that I can ascertain. For rules, you'd have to ask someone whose royalty statements don't come with enclosed flyers that helpfully point you toward lucrative careers in the housekeeping or service industry.

Observastions, sure. Ways to seriously screw things up, absolutely. Personal experience, no more than anyone else who was born in the Jurasic Era. Rules. . . not so much. :)

Word verification: rktzg. Not sure what this means, but for some reason the first mental image it evoked was a Klingon shopping at KMart.

Harley said...
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Harley said...

Sorry, Mike. "Choose Death" isn't going anywhere. :) It's a tribute to an old gaming tool a friend used to use. Whenever you were really, really up the creek and just ought to give up, he would hold up a sign encouraging you to "Choose Death."

Funny part was, there were several sizes of signs. As if one level of die-or-die wasn't enough.

That, along with Harley's inappropriate exotification (sp? Is it even a word?) of certain cultures, means that CD will be around for a bit longer. :)

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The EC reference is related to a story Cunningham told about her first Realms novel. She submitted, and then moved on to other projects, forgetting all about the FR work.

We would all do well to follow her example. :)

Harley said...

"For rules, you'd have to ask someone whose royalty statements don't come with enclosed flyers that helpfully point you toward lucrative careers in the housekeeping or service industry."

Heh. "Have Your House Cleaned by a Best Selling Author!" :)

Kameron said...

I agree with Silverfyre. Blogs are personal things, or at least the medium has mutated from it's roots into more of a diary/journal than a log of web links. Post what you want, and it will draw those who are interested. I know I choose death as a regular part of my weekday morning ritual.

Anonymous said...

Ditto Kameron.

J

otherwise known as

fhsjoe

Harley said...
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ec said...

Moving on can be tough, but when you consider the amount of time a querry, a proposal, a first draft--whatever--sits on various editorial desk, it's pretty clear that you can't afford to spend much of that time waiting and wondering.

Let's say you've submitted a manscript to a publisher who has read your proposal and asked for the full ms. You are advised to expect a least a two month wait. If you use that time well and you write reasonably fast--say, 1500 words a day--you could have the rough first draft of another manuscript finished. Nothing takes the sting out of rejection like having another story well on its way to completion. And if your first book is accepted, there's a good chance the publisher will be very interested in seeing the next book asap.

Word Verification: ehpzp

This is the sound someone makes when blowing a raspberry (aka Bronx Cheer) on National Apathy Day.

Anonymous said...

kiss the concrete badboy!!!!
technobi