Call for wishes and dreams and good-thinks!

OMG. I hope it wasn’t a problem that I waited to do this.

I waited until after midnight to send out a requested partial by e-mail–a partial that got requested in mid-February–because March is my lucky month, my birth month, and now that it’s officially March 1st, my luck should be ramping up. Superstitious? You know it.

Almost two weeks ago, I got a request from Agent “N.” for a partial of _In the Pundit’s Corner_. Regular readers may remember this novel–it’s the one that starts out talking about how all the Underwoods have guardian angels, and goes on to be a screwball romantic comedy with a “maguffin” of a terror plot that has to be unraveled by Our Heroine and Our Hero, with a possible bit of assistance here and there from Kay’s guardian angel (although if you’re a scoffer, it’s entirely possible to read it as a fond delusion of the heroine, as the hero just shakes his head and says the events are coincidence or luck). It’s a book of my heart, is somewhat arch/fey/twee or whatever it is that you call that kind of thing starring a Tracy/Hepburn pair with lots of “All About Eve” and “Woman of the Year” dialogue, and is really fun for ME to read. But is that enough?! I’m terrified.

Agent “N” has picked me out of the slush once before, but at the time she was an assistant, and her agency bosses weren’t as enamored of _Miranda’s Rights_, so we didn’t get to work together. I have built up the notion that she might like this one to the point that I am a total wreck. I need to go back to practicing the Mozart sonata and the new Beethoven sonata (why did my piano teacher go with both of these when I’m overwhelmed? She must think I can do it, or else she’s a meanie) so I can retreat into PianoWorld and forget about this until I hear back. Plink-plink-trill-plink.

I know I shouldn’t be so pathetic, but I beg those of you who feel so inclined to please send positive vibes and good thoughts. I really need a boost. I’ve worked hard, and I know that my work finds an audience. As Tevye in “Fiddler on the Roof” asks, would it put the Universe completely off-balance if I got an agent? Surely not. Besides, we can all run to the other side of town to correct the imbalance. There’s a really good burger joint over there, too (Kay Bailey Hutchison made a campaign stop there this afternoon: “Country Burger” in Plano, since 1971.) What could possibly go wrong?

Don’t tell me.

In other news, I need to get out of town for a while. I need a vacation. Mounds of laundry and clutter await. But I need to go fishin’ or something.

Maybe out here, where the buffalo roam. (This is actually a bull, not a bison, and it’s just outside of east Plano. We drive past on the way to Dairy Queen. But there’s still some open country here.)

Oopsie. (Sign reads “No Trespassing.”) We did manage to turn around and escape before they closed the gate and locked us in. It was a cool dirt/gravel road with lots of spooky trees that were damaged in the snowstorm.

Dang! Why? Why??

Wanna see the moon looking spooky? (NO, this is not a trick wherein I “moon” my readers. Really!)


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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