Ten months after cancelling my previous contract, I am once again (happily) working with a literary agent.
(Yeah, ten months. Everything in publishing is slow. No point in stressing about it.)
Anyway, now that THAT hurry-up-and-wait is done, it's time for the NEXT hurry-up-and-wait, in which my new agent submits ADRIFT to editors at various publishing houses. The posted turnaround times for replies range from 3 to 8 months, depending. Yee-haw.
Good thing I've got plenty of other stuff to work on.
“villain attempts to go back in time to kill superman as a small child, gets shot in the face by ma kent, who buries him behind the barn with the others” would probably have niche appeal as a comic but i don’t care, i want it
The first time a man from the future showed up at Martha Kent’s house, Clark Kent was two years old.
According to his birth certificate, anyway. She just kind of accepted that the details were a littl…
I've never been blocked long-term, personally, but I have definitely had days where I'll get off an unpleasant phone call and think "well, I'm not getting anything written today…"
The article provides some interesting connective tissue for that reaction.
"Barrios and Singer followed the writers’ progress for a month, interviewing them and asking them to complete close to sixty different psychological tests. They found, unsurprisingly, that blocked writers were unhappy. Symptoms of depression and anxiety, including increased self-criticism and reduced excitement and pride at work, were elevated in the blocked group; symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder, such as repetition, self-doubt, procrastination, and perfectionism, also appeared, as did feelings of helplessness and “aversion to solitude”—a major problem, since writing usually requires time alone."
How to Beat Writer’s Block Graham Greene kept a dream journal to help ward off writer’s block. Credit Photograph by Rene Saint Paul / RDA / Everett
Which is to say, he finally let us in on the fact he could read.
I was reading… I don't even remember. I think it was a Star Wars comic on my tablet – certainly nothing he's seen before – and he climbs up beside me. I figure he's looking at the pictures, because come on: Star Wars.
And then he says, "You can't do that."
I say, "I can't do what, bud?"
"No." He points at one of the panels on the screen. "That's what it says there."
He's right. I'm too busy blinking to reply.
He points to the next panel, one word at time. "You. Have. To. Run. Now." He pauses at the next word bubble. "I don't know that word."
It was "evacuate" so… you know. Understandable.
He went on to explain he didn't "know all words" and "can't read books" but "I'll know all the words by the time I have a beard."