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Things have just been a steady cascade of shit. Each incident separately would be no big deal, but when you add it all up...ugh.
1) Our editor at Samhain rejected Touching Silver. On the flip side, we have received emails almost daily asking us when Touching Silver will be released. This hurts my heart in a serious way. We don't know what to do. Literally. We're stuck. We could keep trying for big publishers but they chances aren't good and they will take a long time. If we go that route, it could be years before anything really started to move. Or we could send it to one of our epubs (like AQP) which will put the book in print and give us the opportunity to finish the damned series, but it's het. And fantasy. With romance but little erotica. In other words, it'll sell about 20 copies. Or we could just wait and hope that one day we have a relationship with an editor or agent that will help us get it into print. Another process which could take years. And every email we get is like twisting the knife a little.
ETA: She rejected it because she thought it relied too heavily on the first book. I disagree with her assessment, but what can you do? Paula didn't want it at Juno because the bookstores didn't want it. So basically, we have two editors who agree it's a good book. We have readers who want to read it. And we're still SOL.
2) I asked a few friends of mine when we'll get our diplomas. They indicated they've already received theirs. Yesterday, I checked my student information, and it says I haven't completed all the requirements for my MA! I emailed the person who knows everything in the English department, she looked into it, and told me a piece of paperwork was lost. But she was fixing it.
3) Yesterday and the day before that, I went to pay for dinner. My card was declined. I was deeply mortified. The really stupid thing is that on Weds I went into the bank to make some transactions and used my debit card. The nice teller lady was looking right at my account. She couldn't mention the hold? Anyway, they freaked out because I bought a laptop with it. Did they bother to call me? No. Email me? No. I got to find out purely by accident when I couldn't use the card. Fuckers. I don't mind fraud prevention doing what it does, but they could let me know.
4) On Wednesday, I drove all the way down to Murray for that stupid interview, only to find out that it was a big waste of time. It took 2 hours of my life, traffic was horrible because there is road construction everywhere and it made me sad.
5) My hand hurts. A lot. A freaking lot. so much that my fingers don't even want to respond to me.
6) I haven't been paid for work I've done a month ago.
7) Every freelance job I thought I've had lined up has basically fallen through. The only thing that is still good is that the website I review for is sending me three new dvds.
8) I'm having stress dreams when I'm not having insomnia.
9) I have a GIANT canker sore on the side of my tongue and it is killing me.
10) My hand fucking hurts. A lot. My fingers are stiff and sore. I can barely type (I know, all evidence is to the contrary). But I still have lots of tapes to transcribe (even though she already told me they couldn't afford to pay me after I finish this batch). Ugh.
I'm trying not to be relentlessly negative and discouraged. I just want one thing not to get cocked up. that's all. I'm waiting to hear back today on the job I interviewed for yesterday. I'm trying not to get excited because if the past week has taught me anything, the universe likes me best when I'm curled up in a little ball and whimpering.
1) Our editor at Samhain rejected Touching Silver. On the flip side, we have received emails almost daily asking us when Touching Silver will be released. This hurts my heart in a serious way. We don't know what to do. Literally. We're stuck. We could keep trying for big publishers but they chances aren't good and they will take a long time. If we go that route, it could be years before anything really started to move. Or we could send it to one of our epubs (like AQP) which will put the book in print and give us the opportunity to finish the damned series, but it's het. And fantasy. With romance but little erotica. In other words, it'll sell about 20 copies. Or we could just wait and hope that one day we have a relationship with an editor or agent that will help us get it into print. Another process which could take years. And every email we get is like twisting the knife a little.
ETA: She rejected it because she thought it relied too heavily on the first book. I disagree with her assessment, but what can you do? Paula didn't want it at Juno because the bookstores didn't want it. So basically, we have two editors who agree it's a good book. We have readers who want to read it. And we're still SOL.
2) I asked a few friends of mine when we'll get our diplomas. They indicated they've already received theirs. Yesterday, I checked my student information, and it says I haven't completed all the requirements for my MA! I emailed the person who knows everything in the English department, she looked into it, and told me a piece of paperwork was lost. But she was fixing it.
3) Yesterday and the day before that, I went to pay for dinner. My card was declined. I was deeply mortified. The really stupid thing is that on Weds I went into the bank to make some transactions and used my debit card. The nice teller lady was looking right at my account. She couldn't mention the hold? Anyway, they freaked out because I bought a laptop with it. Did they bother to call me? No. Email me? No. I got to find out purely by accident when I couldn't use the card. Fuckers. I don't mind fraud prevention doing what it does, but they could let me know.
4) On Wednesday, I drove all the way down to Murray for that stupid interview, only to find out that it was a big waste of time. It took 2 hours of my life, traffic was horrible because there is road construction everywhere and it made me sad.
5) My hand hurts. A lot. A freaking lot. so much that my fingers don't even want to respond to me.
6) I haven't been paid for work I've done a month ago.
7) Every freelance job I thought I've had lined up has basically fallen through. The only thing that is still good is that the website I review for is sending me three new dvds.
8) I'm having stress dreams when I'm not having insomnia.
9) I have a GIANT canker sore on the side of my tongue and it is killing me.
10) My hand fucking hurts. A lot. My fingers are stiff and sore. I can barely type (I know, all evidence is to the contrary). But I still have lots of tapes to transcribe (even though she already told me they couldn't afford to pay me after I finish this batch). Ugh.
I'm trying not to be relentlessly negative and discouraged. I just want one thing not to get cocked up. that's all. I'm waiting to hear back today on the job I interviewed for yesterday. I'm trying not to get excited because if the past week has taught me anything, the universe likes me best when I'm curled up in a little ball and whimpering.