(Icon represents my own state of mind–I’m thinking about as well as Dubya at the moment. D’oh!)
Has everyone entered the Winter Workout over at the LiveJournal of Michael Kabongo the OnyxHawke, ? He invites you to send him your SF/F novel (the whole thing) from now until 8AM Eastern on February 6th, and he will read and critique at least one full chapter. See his guidelines/instructions at .
I am dumber than a rock. I *just* sent in an entry to him that was a complete mess . . . it was a .doc attachment instead of .rtf, I didn’t have the file name in the format he wanted, and I didn’t put my synopsis in the cover note. I resubmitted with a plea for him to forgive me and ignore my original submission, but if he doesn’t, I can’t blame him. I was looking at the wrong set of guidelines (for a completely different contest!) when I cobbled that entry together about an hour ago. My excuse is that we got some terrible news about a family friend’s erstwhile fiancee (long sad story, you don’t wanna hear the details–but it was the worst news possible) around 11 last night, and I’m not quite cooking on all burners. A few fries short of a Happy Meal. Dancing to the music from the mind-control satellites. Y’know.
But YOU won’t make those mistakes (as Nathalie Dupree used to say on her cooking show after she’d poured the heavy cream into the wrong bowl for the second time). Go, get some feedback. You might end up with representation!
There’s also a thunderstorm going on right now. Wow! Flashing!
*wanders away babbling to self*