Do you remember my dream, the one about Grant? Well, I started typing some of it out...but the problem is I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. Or where to start it. Or how to start it. Or what the target audience will be. Or if it sucks. If it it's awesome. Basically, I just have no idea.
In Elana's words, I basically word vomited. I word-puked all over the screen. I used to think I was good at writing books...you know, like adult ones. And then I started writing short stories, and then I started writing picture books...now anything over 1500 words scares the bejesus out of me. How do I get over that? Is there some kind of manual out there that tells you how to start novels? If there is, please let me know!
In other news, my second PB ever is going to be submitted starting on MONDAY! Woot! I'm looking for smaller publishing houses. From what I've heard, the larger ones (you know, the NY, NY ones) are quite picky since the PB market has slowed down considerably. One of my critique partners sent a nice list of smaller publishing houses....if you'd like to see that list, let me know!
In more (non) news, we had a yard sale today and I met the rudest. woman. alive.
I got an e-mail from this whack-job last night asking me to call her about the price of a changing table (I'd put up an advertisement on craigslist about our garage sale) and I called her and left a message. I told her it was $20. Well, this morning at the garage sale this lady comes up (with an ATTITUDE) and tells me that she's the woman I called and she complained that I hadn't left my phone # so she couldn't reach me. Anyway, she says, "You called me and told me this was $3.00." So I told her, I'm sorry ma'am, you're mistaken- I said it was $20.
Well then homegirl decides to actually pull out her cell phone and replay my own message to me- I guess to prove to me that I said $3 (and that is a ridiculous amount for a nice wooden changing table). So after she plays it to me I hear myself say twenty- and I told her, "I'm sorry if you misunderstood me, but I did say $20." Well then she proceeds to go ape-shit (excuse the language) on me about a CHANGING TABLE! I guess she actually thought I lured her out to my house with the promise of a 3 dollar changing table just so she'd come look at my stuff?! Anyway, she goes on to tell me that she could do a LOT better, and she'd bought changing tables for $5 in perfect condition, blah blah blah. I told her she could have it for $15 and she just laughed at me....
Well, I sold that changing table for $20 about 10 minutes after she'd left. HA. HA. HA.
Okay, that was long-winded. Garage sales people get crazy. Who is the rudest person you've ever encountered, and what did they do? Amuse me.