I met a white guy today. This dude was bleached out. Not
really albino, but pretty damned close. Wore a lot of whites and pastel solids,
too. He invited me to lunch after reading through my submission. I had to go into the city, but it was worth the 45 minute drive, if I get published.
His name is Georgie
and he wants to become my literary agent. It is a step toward being paid. It is a step away from the mutterings from the soon to be ex-family.
Connections,
connections, connections…
He’s pretty well
connected, as it turns out. He’s been out this way for a decade and has managed
a lot of other authors in the Southeast side of the state into steady incomes.
That should show the ex-ball and chain. Or her mother.
Guys, do you ever wonder
how much string pulling (umbilical cord pulling?) goes on between the mother
and the daughter? Weird and heavy power-struggle psych stuff right there. It
really shows the capacity of what the ‘fair’ sex feels is Fair. A lot of wasted energy, if you ask me.
I digress! Payday!
Income based upon capability!
As steady as the author’s capabilities are, I
suppose.
Georgie gave me some
advice, too. After reading through my proposal, he suggested that I complete and polish the
intro piece. Something to set the characters into the world. I’ve been fooling
around with a ‘14th chapter’, but I guess it took a professional’s
suggestion to make the played into the paid. He also kept coming back to this being expanded into a series of books, should the first book be well received. I have to admit; since this thing is down on paper now, I've been kicking around some ideas for another book. The funny thing is, the dreams have stopped. I haven't been dreaming at all lately. Shoot, I haven't been sleeping more than 4 hours a night either. I wonder what would happen if I jumped back into this thing with a fresh story arc.
I ought to throw a shout out to Georgie while I’m editing. I've got a character in mind that fits the bill...
- I.K.
