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Surprise, we got more snow! I don't recall seeing that in the weather forecast, but we got it, anyway, so there was no school. Which was kind of nice because I wasn't ready to wake up at 6 am again, but I guess I still have to do it tomorrow. Anyway, I had all kinds of things I was going to do today, only--everyone was home, and the roads were too slick to go anywhere. I wanted very very very very much to work on my revision, as my (chapter-based) crit group is doing a round of full mss crits, and I'm up for February. I have ideas I need to work with before I lose them. However, people need me to finish the knitting project and remove my box of yarn that's in the way (I finished a piece of it, only it's the wrong size, so I get to do it over again). And DH told the rather enthusiastic girls they could pack away Christmas stuff--and then promptly went to his office. Well, putting away delicate Christmas decorations actually requires a present adult, so I got to spend my morning doing that. Then I thought I'd do some writing, as PMB (and actually second son) took a nap. But son 1 wanted to knit, and talk--a LOT--about his knitting, so after a while I gave up and worked on my own knitting. Which, as I mentioned, failed. (I am trying to adapt an adult sweater recipe to a toddler size, by trial and error.) I did try out shepherd's pie with the leftover Bratkartoffeln, which, I may say, turned out well, and the abstract representation of baklava (using puff pastry instead of phyllo dough) tasted good, even if the syrup was a bit runny.
Now that vacations are over for most of the world, though, I am remembering the stuff I have out. It would be nice to think that everyone was busily reading away over the holidays and are now dying to follow up, but the reality is probably that they are just now dragging themselves awake at six as well, and about as happy as me to be doing so. I'm thinking I should send more queries out or something, but the five or six people who have stuff are all people I have some sense of and really like. My dream is an agent who really gets children's literature, who perhaps has worked on the publishing side in some capacity, who of course gets my writing and has clout with publishers and sells real books to real houses and who communicates well and all that. But the people who I'm really interested in are the ones who would be happy sitting in a bookstore in the YA or children's section, browsing, reading, and sort of oblivious to the people passing by. So--I have queries out to a number of those sorts. I just don't know who else to approach at the moment. So maybe I need a huge dose of patience. Probably. Do you think I can buy it and spike my baklava with it?
I am sure that there are a lot of things I need to get at the store tomorrow, but I think Little Sweetie's playgroup starts up again, and darn it, I want to stay home and write! Maybe it's a character fault, but I feel very possessive of the time I have with only one child around.
Now that vacations are over for most of the world, though, I am remembering the stuff I have out. It would be nice to think that everyone was busily reading away over the holidays and are now dying to follow up, but the reality is probably that they are just now dragging themselves awake at six as well, and about as happy as me to be doing so. I'm thinking I should send more queries out or something, but the five or six people who have stuff are all people I have some sense of and really like. My dream is an agent who really gets children's literature, who perhaps has worked on the publishing side in some capacity, who of course gets my writing and has clout with publishers and sells real books to real houses and who communicates well and all that. But the people who I'm really interested in are the ones who would be happy sitting in a bookstore in the YA or children's section, browsing, reading, and sort of oblivious to the people passing by. So--I have queries out to a number of those sorts. I just don't know who else to approach at the moment. So maybe I need a huge dose of patience. Probably. Do you think I can buy it and spike my baklava with it?
I am sure that there are a lot of things I need to get at the store tomorrow, but I think Little Sweetie's playgroup starts up again, and darn it, I want to stay home and write! Maybe it's a character fault, but I feel very possessive of the time I have with only one child around.
