Take me to Thursday

Writer guy

Lately I’ve taken to cursing Monday. Mostly because Monday feels like a hangover without the beer the night before. Sure, there was a time when I could drink through Monday, but that was back in college. That kind of extra effort was required in the syllabus. At my current incredibly advanced age (31), such attempts to recreate prior glories are foolhardy.

Mondays are better than Sundays, for the simple reason that on Sundays I’m hung over. But Monday’s are not better by much. What is Monday about anyway? To me it’s the wicked reminder that the weekend is over and you owe homage to The Man for the next five days or you’re going to lose that home that you can’t afford ( or barely afford depending on how good your credit is ).

Mondays lack the abandon of Saturday or excitement of Friday. Tuesday would be better, but it’s still awfully close to the black hole we’re stuck in right now. So that leaves Wednesday and Thursday to save the week. Wednesday has that cool nickname “hump day”. But it’s no fun for me because the wife works really late that night. This leaves Thursday. Well bring it on, say I! And leave the bottle of Advil open, just in case.

Hey writer guy, what do you look like?

Writer guy

I’m backing off my original position against posting pictures of myself. Why? Every other blog that I’ve ever seen has picture(s) of the author. Plus I have in my possesion two, if you count the wife’s email, requests for a pic on the site that shows more of my face, instead of something like thus. Well, here at samhilliard.com we give the audience what they want.

Enjoy a brand new pic of writer guy taken just moments ago by writer guy.

Up up and away

Writer guy

OK, so like no word from prospective agent yet, so I’ve decided to kick things up a notch. No, I’m not going to call them. No, I’m not going to email them asking them what they thought of my letter. No, I’m not going to find their home address, phone number,etc. Any of that would be bad form.

I’m going to do something else. It might even be clever. Then again, it might be one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, which is really saying something. If it works, I’ll disclose what I did. If it doesn’t, I shall never mention it again. Just kidding, either way I’ll own up to it.

Tune in Sunday for a pic of writer guy.

Da-da-da- DIDO!

Writer guy

Accuse me of living in a cave for awhile, but that song by Dido – White Flag is THE pop song of the aughties. There’s something about her voice that just rocks. I think she could sing – “you will take out the trash and scrub the toilet” and I’d buy it. Sure the wife understands that her voice doesn’t have quite the same effect on me.

On other fronts the meeting with Editor Person yesterday about the first 53 pages of Velocity revealed the following:
1)It’s way, way better than the first draft of the Ridge Runner was ( and the second draft for that matter )
2)It’s way, way darker than the Ridge Runner.
3)It’s dark enough that I agreed to lighten up some spots, cause frankly some of it was giving me nightmares and affecting my focus. I’m not writing Fight Club here ( as much as I love that book ).

I’m going to check my mailbox today. We’ll see if the prospective agent has responded yet. : )