Monday, October 02, 2006
Not really. Sawdust, I mean. At least, I don't think there will be any. I'm pretty sure I'm about to be in for a big mess of some kind, though. We're having some windows replaced -- sixteen of them, to be exact. Work will start next week or the week after. I'm not looking forward to the disruption of a bunch of men trekking in and out, banging and clanging, leaving Lord knows what kind of mess. It'll be great when it's all over, though. I won't know what to do with myself when I no longer have to wrestle these ancient monsters to get them open. I just wish there was some way to replace them with shorter windows; I'm still going to have to get a ladder to take down curtains. Oh, well. You can't have it all.
I got my partial off, albeit I'm not optimistic about its prospects. No blues, though; it's just an itsy-bitsy publisher. A rejection notice isn't going to break me up. I vetted a synopsis and query letter for an already nicely published friend today as well. His chances are a hell of a lot better than mine, and I predict he'll land a top echelon publisher for his latest work.
As you probably know by now, there was another school shooting today -- the third in less than a week. This is absolutely insane, completely beyond comprehension. What kind of twisted mind even conceives of such heinous, barbaric things? Why in the hell would some apparently psychotic milkman target little Amish girls? Three little girls are dead, several others injured. Friends with school-age children are expressing qualms about sending their kids out to school, and I don't blame them. Life is inherently dangerous, but this is beyond the pale. This is intolerable.
I think I'm going to go do some editing on my manuscript. There, at least, it's only fiction and there's some rhyme and reason to the violence.