No Vacancy For More Words

At long last, I can grace this blog with a writing update.

For days and weeks, I longed and yearned for enough tangible and delectable nuggets of writing related goodness that I could share with everyone, and finally, after digging high, digging low and borrowing an oinker who could not only sniff out truffles but could let loose with enough methane gas to lay waste to the countryside, I have a steaming plate of delicious yumminess.

gag!

A nondescript man steps out from the shadows, grabs the blogger by the lapels, jacks him up and shakes him vigorously. After shaking him senseless, he throws him on a gurney and shoves him out of the room. He then snaps his fingers and another blogger walks in. He motions for him to sit, wags his finger in his face and walks out.

Hi there!

We've actually had a semi-productive week writing-wise, so sit a spell, take your shoes off, crack open a cold one, and let me regale you with G.B.'s Slightly Improved Adventures In Writing.

"We spent the better part of the weekend adding a few hundred more words to my latest trunk novel, and let me tell you, it wasn't easy. For those of you who are writers, or even those who are not, did you ever have one of those stories/projects where you really didn't want to work on it, but you forced yourself to, simply because you don't like leaving things half done? Well, that's how I feel with this trunk novel. I'm forcing myself to complete it, not only because I don't want to leave it half done, but I'm tired of starting projects and then leaving them uncompleted. Plus, I have a few other projects that I really want to work on, but before I could turn my attention to them, I really want to get this over and done with.

"So because I really want to get this over with, I'm pulling out all the stops in that this thing will have so many swerves that it will be almost impossible to make sense out of the thing. Let me tell you, it's not easy to write bad on purpose. I used to be able to do it, but now I can't. I take too much pride in my writing to simply write something crappy."

The replacement blogger presses the stop button on his I-Pod, then shuffles the play list, then preses the play button.

"I also got bored, and as you know, when I get bored, bad things happen. In this case, it was doing a little exploration of Magic Cat Press. I mentioned previously that the website didn't look like it's been updated in quite sometime. Well, the same can be said for the owner/editor's own personal website. It looks like it hasn't been updated in the same time frame as well.

"So after doing a little exploring of the website, I found a contact link on it. I wrote a short and polite e-mail asking about the status of this little project of hers (among other things) and sent it off. So far, I have not received any answer, nor did I receive a bounce back. I guess no news is good news in one sense, but in the other, no news is definitely cause for concern. I'm kind of stuck between a rock and hard place with my story. I can't get confirmation if its been accepted and I can't find out if the anthology will actually be published."

The replacement blogger again presses the stop button on his I-Pad and removes the headphones. He purses his lips for a moment, then pulls out his cell phone and dials a number. Several seconds later, someone answers.

"To wrap things up, I have this little tidbit about my upcoming novel. Got an e-mail from the marketing department asking me if I could sent them a blurb or the synopsis for my novel to them. Seems that even though I have the gift of gab on the blog and in my stories, I don't have the same thing when it comes to elaborating my ideas to others when it matters.

"Like cover art forms. Apparently I didn't say enough, so they wanted to get something from me so as to get a better idea on what the novel is about. Which really does makes sense. I mean, if you're going to create a cover the captures the real essence of the book, the writer should be able to convey that essence to you. I may have failed on the first attempt, but I certainly hope I can pass on the second attempt. So it's possible that sometime in the very near future, I may have something solid about the book to show everyone."

The nondescript man again walks out from the shadows and taps the replacement blogger on the shoulder. After shaking his hand on a job well done, he slaps a couple of c-notes into his hands and sends him on his way. Once the replacement blogger leaves, the man pulls out a remote control and presses a button. Almost instantly, a super large screen drops down. Smiling, he presses another button and a video quickly pops up.