The first of this current batch was done in the wee hours of the morning, after I had Julian read-over my query letter. He said he got the point of it and I sent it off immediately. Isn't that the point of it all? Short and to the point, straight to the heart of the matter. That's what I wanted to get across.
Anyway, after I sent it off, there were no anxious jitters or anything, just...focus. I found some other literary agents' emails I hadn't sent in my drafts and revised them, reviewed the agents' websites, and once making sure everything was in order, I sent those two off.
Now I'm reading The Immortal's Guide from the beginning, and writing as I go.
I feel incredibly content and brilliantly centered. Everything, is as it should be.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Differences
Mkay so, tons have happened.
The other other week, my boyfriend, Julian came up to New York to spend some time with me. Needless to say, I had an amazing time and didn't get sick of him after the third day of waking up next to him. ;) So that, to me says something.
On another note, school. (Sigh) I began to get disinterested in school -- in it all, honestly, and stopped going. Literally. I just stopped. I already had tons of absences, and was falling behind even though I was showing up every day - it was just impossible to grasp any of it - and the week after Julian left, I received an email from my English professor -- I'd been dropped from the class.
At that point, it was like I was being given new lease to change my direction. I'd only went to college to shut my mother and -mostly- father up about "where I was taking my life," and I knew since my last year in high school that I would never make it past one year in college. No one listened. Maybe now they will.
April 26th, I'm going down to Florida to spend some time with Julian and our friends (I miss them all), and I'm staying down there for two weeks. Here's the deal though, I may or may not come back up to New York after this visit.
I honestly hate it up here, I feel like I'm being stifled, and my potential for anything I would want is being crushed.
I've meditated on the matter and I must follow my heart, be open to new opportunities. Go where the wind blows, all that mess.
I guess this is what growing up is all about, huh?
-Sheron Parris
The other other week, my boyfriend, Julian came up to New York to spend some time with me. Needless to say, I had an amazing time and didn't get sick of him after the third day of waking up next to him. ;) So that, to me says something.
On another note, school. (Sigh) I began to get disinterested in school -- in it all, honestly, and stopped going. Literally. I just stopped. I already had tons of absences, and was falling behind even though I was showing up every day - it was just impossible to grasp any of it - and the week after Julian left, I received an email from my English professor -- I'd been dropped from the class.
At that point, it was like I was being given new lease to change my direction. I'd only went to college to shut my mother and -mostly- father up about "where I was taking my life," and I knew since my last year in high school that I would never make it past one year in college. No one listened. Maybe now they will.
April 26th, I'm going down to Florida to spend some time with Julian and our friends (I miss them all), and I'm staying down there for two weeks. Here's the deal though, I may or may not come back up to New York after this visit.
I honestly hate it up here, I feel like I'm being stifled, and my potential for anything I would want is being crushed.
I've meditated on the matter and I must follow my heart, be open to new opportunities. Go where the wind blows, all that mess.
I guess this is what growing up is all about, huh?
-Sheron Parris
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