Last Monday, Henry Holt editor Noa Wheeler led a hands-on writing workshop I was lucky to attend, and it got me thinking about future projects. While my current WIP has taken up residence in my brain, sprawling everywhere and getting its fingers into everything inside my head, the day will come when this WIP gets the spit and polish of a completed manuscript and is sent off into the world. That's when I'll need to dive into my next book. In my opinion, the submission process is so much easier when one's heart is invested in more than one manuscript. The workshop encouraged me to think about new possibilities, and I enjoyed it.
I had a manuscript consultation with Ms. Wheeler the next day. Since I recently began rewriting my book, it was a fabulous opportunity to get an editor's take on my new opening. The feedback was very helpful, and I feel my first chapter is stronger now because of it.
A week like last week makes me wonder where I'd be without the SCBWI. Seriously. The SCBWI offers so many opportunities for aspiring and established writers, everything from just hanging out with people who "get it" to receiving feedback from industry professionals. I think I'm sounding like a commercial, but that isn't my intent; I'm merely expressing how thankful I am to be part of such a wonderful organization.
Moonrat did her last post at Editorial Ass. It's sad--I adore her blog--but the good news is she's keeping it online so we can continue to use it as a resource. The great news is she loves her job. I wish her the best of luck.
My dear friend George Shannon is now blogging. George is talented, hilarious, kind, and very wise. We can all learn from him.
Congrats to my friend Margaret Nevinski. Her young adult short story, "The Eve of St. Agnes," has been published in the online literary journal Hunger Mountain. Click here to read it. It's great! You can check out her blog here.
The weather in my area keeps fluctuating between rain and sun. I like the rain, but my dogs do not. I'll end with a photo of Thistle and Pepper who regularly parallel park their skinny little bodies in sunbeams. Then you can see for yourselves how they feel about sunshine.
(The black and white thing by Thistle's leg is a skunk chew toy. Let's hope they never encounter a real skunk. It probably wouldn't be as polite about being chased as our beloved Chester.)
How about you guys? What's going on with your projects?