A long time ago, I’d come up with a pitch sentence for the current novel I’m kindasorta shopping around. I posted it on a board for a workshop but somehow never saved it to my hard drive. Of course, the board lost the pitch sentence and I’d been fumbling around trying to recall it for months.
Well, I was browsing around on Sarah Dessen’s website and came across her page on one of her books: This Lullaby. She talks about how others seem to come up with pitches a lot easier than the actual author–and I remembered the feelings I got when I finally came up with the sentence for my novel. Everything came flooding back and BAM. I had my pitch sentence again. I hurried and wrote it down and emailed it to myself before I forgot.
This is instrumental. If someday I make it to a writer’s conference (and my book hasn’t sold yet), I’ll have my pitch. Excellent.
– Migraine headaches (I’ve been plagued with one since Saturday morning);
– Addicting Online Games;
– Gas being $2.25 a gallon;
– Being awake at 12:28am on a Sunday night/Monday morning;
– Number seven on the “smelly” card for the Polyester movie;
– Not going to work as an (associate) editor;
– Didn’t get any writing done this weekend due to sleeping off horrid migraine;
– Still dealing with migraine. Albeit much milder, but the threat is still there for more.
+ Hanging with Jennyfoo, Holly, Robert;
+ “Your booty is so ti-ight!”;
+ Baked beans;
+ Aidan’s new cute voice;
+ Aidan’s soft little cheeks that I can’t stop kissing;
+ Chris taking Aidan to church so I could get more sleep to try to combat aforementioned migraine;
+ Getting laundry put away. Finally.
Meep. I need to go to sleep.
Happy Birthday, Chris!
Did you know that if you ingest 80-90 Tylenol (40-45 doses) in a very short amount of time, you can die? The problem with acetaminaphin poisoning is that it takes hours and hours for symptoms to show. By the time they show, the poison has destroyed the kidneys so much that stomach pumping is useless and death is pretty much imminent. Scary thought, huh? And it’s not as if the person goes to sleep peacefully. The person is in dire pain until the very end. I never would have thought to kill myself with Tylenol, but apparently it’s possible and it’s not fun.
But anyway. Wow, this is a Yo-Yo entry, no?
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