Well, so much has transpired this past week, I don’t even know where to begin. I will do the random retell, I think that will be more interesting.
So Saturday was my birthday. I flew back from Florida that morning and then got spoiled by David and Lindsay all day. David got me a guinea pig! His name is Beary. That is short for Bearclaw. Bearclaw is the name of Penelope’s New Puppy (the book I wrote).
I had an update on Facebook that I have raised $345 for Babies Heart Run, the fundraiser dedicated to my birthday and November 10th which would have been Joey’s 20th birthday. My goal is $1000. Spread the word!
I decided to try and illustrate my picture books. I have been sending query letters out for three different books that I have written. I am not sure which I like best because they are all so different. When I look into what an agent is looking for I kindof match a manuscript with something they will hopefully be looking for. Some days I am so optimistic, other days I am convinced my writing is horrible and I will never get an agent. I think being and Author-Illustrator will be better than just Author. Saves time from having to find an illustrator I guess. I will be doing some online research to see what it necessary to know to be a picture book illustrator. Who knows? I am a pretty good artist.
I have been signing up for so many different groups, primarily for critiquing my work. If you know any picture book writers that want to work in some sort of critique group please send them my name or send them to my blog!
Have a great evening. Time for bed and just a little Mahjong!
When Albert finally got to the club it was almost his time to get on stage. That would mean no time to grab a drink or say hello to the regulars. He was ready to play, he had been practicing this riff for days! He waited in the wings while Tarzan finished his gig, which included some trapeze work and acrobatics.
As Tarzan pulled back the curtain, Albert stepped past him onto the stage. He walked to the stool as the crowd began clapping and cheering for him to start. He sat down, lit a cigarette, lifted his guitar and began. He slowly slipped into his musical trance, forgetting the crowd, the noise, even the stage he was on. This was his world and he loved being in it.
Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says: This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word keep, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.