09/05/2026
102 solid passes on my Tales from the Crematory manuscript, and now, HAHA HAAA, an agent is interested. Of course she is.
I’ve long since significantly altered the entire arc and format of the book, with the title serving more as a metaphor. Long gone is the paranormal fiction novel I thought was near done. Shooooot, if writing a novel was that easy, we all would do it. But hey, I tried … and now I have a better compass and direction, thanks to some very valuable and honest feedback from a dear friend who took the time to read my manuscript… so. I’m writing a memoir now, which is something I’ve been encouraged to do for quite some time, but, hardly really felt my life was interesting enough . Well, I’m baring my soul in this version. And yes i deliberately blur images of my written work cause I’m very protective of it. I’ll share the process and keep you up to date on its progress, but the actual words stay close to me until they’re ready to be let out into the world.
So… What’s it about? A girl who confronts and survives some truly f**ked up s**t in her life and somehow made it through okay. And that’s it. It’s honest, and it’s not made up. I don’t need to make anything up. There’s enough I’ve been through that readers are going to have a hard time believing some of it is true as it is, or at the very least, they’ll be highly entertained, and... want to keep reading. That’s the point, right?
So yeah... Finally an agent is interested in the manuscript I’ve long since canned, and.... I dunno. I’m just going to hold off for a few days and get back to her later. Isn’t that the way life works though? Oddly enough. HA.
The irony is almost as good as me sitting on hold with my phone provider this week over shoddy reception, and after 54 minutes of waiting, my call drops.
Maybe that’s just the universe’s way of keeping me on my toes, like a ballerina. Ha!
