It’s been a month of Sundays since I last posted an update on my ongoing quest to get a book published, and for the first time in a while, I’ve got some tangible news to share: I’ve got an agent! Continue reading
About ten years ago, I wrote my first YA novel. It was dumb.
The main character was this kid named Miles who wrote a fantasy story about a vampire named Raphael Vedemicci who rode a dragon named Sylph. The kid’s actual life sucked, so he made awesome things happen in his story to compensate for the disappointment.
I called it “The Vampire Diary.” I was inconsolable when “The Vampire Diaries” debuted on TV like a year later, but I don’t know why. My book was a G-darned disaster. I’m embarrassed to have said so much about it here, frankly. Readers deserve better. Continue reading
I give my high school writers a lot of grief because I know exactly what they’re doing when they submit a “final” draft of an essay for me to assess. Here’s my impression of them writing a paper:
“Type type type type. Don’t read anything. Okay I’m done. Submit.”
I’m very good at impressions, obviously. Continue reading
A little over a year ago I started telling people that I had decided to try writing a book that would be good enough to land me a literary agent and ultimately be published traditionally, and because I made this desire so public, I’ve fielded all sorts of questions from people curious to know how it’s all going.
So here I am, at the podium, fielding questions.
Trying to get someone to care about your fantasy football team is a lot like trying to get someone to sit through a slideshow of your family’s vacation pictures. Nobody’s interested in your trip to Washington D.C., dude. If I wanted to see a picture of the Lincoln Memorial, I’d have Alexa do a Google Image search, thank you.
Fantasy football is no different. Continue reading