The real-time diary of writing a book and trying to get it published. It's a wild ride, y'all.
A crown breaking on a Montana highway. A query letter rewritten three times until it stopped sounding safe. This is the real, weekly, occasionally-unhinged account of writing a book while running a business — the wins, the rejections filed under "weather," and everything in between.
New post every Friday, straight to your inbox. Come for the chaos, stay for the chapters.
Momma Needs Some Help
Is it Bert or Ernie with the super bushy eyebrows? Asking for me. Also this week: date night, a kid at Scarywood, and a proposal sent to my dream agent with some truly sh*t odds.
You're So Vain, I Bet You Think This Book Is About You
Someone finally made me an offer, and I didn't even submit my work to them. It's not exactly the one I'd hoped for, but after six crickets and no-thank-yous? So you're telling me there's a chance.
Dear 2012 Brows, You Suck
Self-publishing exists, and nothing's stopping me from putting this b*tch of a manuscript online tonight. But it's about as awesome as my 2012 eyebrows.
Giant Baby Here
Today's oral surgery left me with a drilled hole in my gums, and Claude turned my daughter's last words about her Grammy into something she never said. Some weeks are just holes and bad AI. Here's that one.
The F*ck It Bucket
Finding an agent that's an ideal fit is like Where's Waldo on crack. But I found my book's voice to pitch it properly and differentiate. Sidenote…chewing noises made me murdery.
Whiplash Grand Central
Fourteen-year-old birthday, a burned-down church I can't drive past without crying, and a book proposal that came together kind of okay.
Out the Who-Ha
One rejection. One "resubmit." One manuscript I accidentally sent unedited. Weird, but true anomaly: querying and volleyball tryouts run on similar odds. I did the math.