April 11, 2003
I did it. I worked on my query letter last night, and I made some decent changes. Tonight, my friend, Justin, asked me about the whole submission process and wondered exactly how close I was to having a published book. I wish I could say. I just know that my literary journey with this little bibliotreat is far from over. Luckily, once you get one published, it's much easier to sell more. Think positively.
In other news: NOYB (except that I looked good).
April 12, 2003
Too tired to write much. I botched up a percussion part at a big day job ceremony. It was loud and evident. Self-loathing is not good right before you're supposed to meet up with your X.
I'll take a read through my query letter again before 3:00 a.m. hits. I can't wait to sleep.
April 13, 2003
After breakfast out with friends, I hit up a couple book stores and snagged some magazines for query tips. Last night, I did read my letter, bleary-eyed as I was, and I started to feel somewhat settled about it. Watch out! I have to look it over tonight to see if the changes I made in the wee hours made any sense.
Thanks to all who have been so great all week and weekend. If you knew how much I loathe relying on others in times of need, you'd realize what a gift you gave me. Everything is cool.
Jared, get on Ticketmaster and see what you can find in terms of dates. Just be careful when you talk about the tour. There is a strong faction in the KISS Army that doesn't believe you can like both Aerosmith and KISS. I haven't weighed in on that debate yet.
April 14, 2003
Last night, I tweaked my literary agent pitch letter one more time then sent it off to my sister/editor for her opinion. Because of some of the top secret information in the letter, I can't show it to anyone else, so her feedback is extremely important. Tonight, she left me a message to say that she loved the letter, and that she found a typo of perhaps spiritual significance. I had accidentally typed in a symbol of my author/mother. What was weird was that my misplaced letter was nowhere on the typewriter keyboard that would have made sense for such an error.
I ran into the docu-man today. His first words were, "Omar saved the film." The documentary lives! It is so so close to being done, I'm getting nervous and sad that the project will be over.
I'm going to read an article about seducing agents, then I'm going to try to go to sleep early.
April 15, 2003
Next year, on this day, I hope to be celebrating the chunk of my gigantic book advance that Uncle Sam will eat. Pig out, Sam. I'll write more.
I can't wait to start churning out query letters on Saturday. I expect a healthy dose of exciting from a lunch date I have with Colleague Melissa on Thursday, too. I think she may have some book notes! Yessssss.
My favorite wind ensemble concert is coming up in two weeks. I have a timpani part - a big one. The guest conductor asked specially for me to do it, which I thought meant that it was easy. It's not bad, and I have a huge loud solo! Last time I tried timpani, you may recall that I threw a mallet straight into the air be mistake. Redemption is sweet.
April 16, 2003
I'm worn down. My day job keeps forgetting that I'm supposed to be in training to be a writer/slash/celebrity-writer. Where are the bonbons? Where is the limo? Instead, I see wrinkle cream and sleep deprivation in my immediate future.
To stay inspired, I relistened to my sister/editor's phone message from a couple nights ago, telling me how spectacular my query letter was. Last night, I found that I'd met just about all the criteria in the article I read. I'm getting really good vibes about my literary future. Please think good thoughts.
It would appear that the KISS/Aerosmith rumors are true. A press conference has been scheduled for later this week. My friend, Heidi, reminded me this week that even though I'm sad that Curtis & I weren't able to go the distance, I have to be fair. If my undeniable destiny is with Gene & Paul, it would have been futile for me to fight the gods of rock & roll for something else. Seriously, can you imagine the giant Won't Get Fooled Again banner splashed across the side of the KISS tour bus (let alone the late-night phone calls from the boys begging me to accompany them to celebrity functions)? Talk about tense... (continue)
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