You're gonna get your wish, Gaius!

Night of a Thousand Balls...

This was my nickname for this weeks Battlestar Galactica, which H and I watch the Monday after it airs. Everybody had their mojo working as it were. I've never liked Saul Tigh so much...what a moving scene. Ditto Gaeda. I had no idea he was such a badass, and methinks Laura R will be most happy to see him. Overall I was enthralled by the writing and cast performances. As much as I hate to agree with Entertainment Weekly, it really is one of the best dramas on television.

I know I say this a lot but...Fuck Gaius Baltar. Fuck him right in the ear. I felt bad for Starbuck, and glad for Little Adama. Watch the ep and you'll agree: it was the Night of a Thousand Balls.

Over a yummy pasta dinner, we watched The Island, which for a Michael Bay movie, was pretty good. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised by how much it didn't suck. A bit heavy on the action sequences, but whaddaya gonna do?

Before Yule, I have to do 3 more cross stitch designs, 5 more hats, 2-3 scarves, a triple batch of granola, 2 double batches of bread, 2 double batches of jam thumbprints, and one more kind of cookie, probably. I'm thinking that along with all my regular appointments and such, that I may not be able to complete NaNoWriMo this year. But I'm going to give it a whirl anyway. If I do it, that will be two novels in one year. Obviously, that would kick ass!
I'm also still working on my damn Hazel Synopsis. I hate doing those, I really do.

Speaking of Yuletide treats, I often wonder if I shouldn't put the cookies and breads into festive containers. My mom used to arrange them on a plate and cover it in plastic wrap. Then they'd tip over and cookies would spill out all over the back seat of the car. Mmmmm... I guess the fancy wrapping doesn't make anything taste better. And ziplock bags really do lock in freshness, after all.

And finally, we have a beaded curtain in our living room. It's bad ass.
Old school wodden beads, and so far, JoJo hasn't destroyed it.

*smokes cig* Submitted for your Approval...

So...

I just sent out my query packet for a certain publishing house that a certain novel about a certain Hazel was written for. It's a simple story with some simple themes told in a way that I think (and my 3-5 regular readers may agree) is a clever and enjoyable read. Last time, I heard from these guys in just a few days, but they invited me to submit when I had something more "them." I presume this is not a reference to James Whitmore or giant ants!

I don't really understand why I'm not able to get published. I'm trying hard. My heart is in it. And everyone who reads my Sadie novel says things like "I couldn't put it down" or "man...the ending was so good." But publishing types see no such magic in my work. Is it because, like movie producers, they're just thinking of marketing strategies? Is it that my work is only "good" to people who don't read much and forgot books are awesome? Am I just being whiny and insipid? Anything is possible...

Anyway, I'm hoping for them to write back and ask to see the whole thing--since you only send out three chapters at this point. Even if they don't publish it, just having them want to read it would be better than not.

Have any of you had a submission sent back for changes? How does that work? Did you eventually get published? Do tell...

And now: leftover pasta. Mmmmm.