Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog may have sucked my soul into an inescapable black hole of amazing-ness. I CANNOT get those songs out of my head. And this is what happens when there's a writer's strike on. I HAVE to meet Joss Whedon. It's no longer a want; it's definitely moved up into the world of need.
Okay, so I may have mentioned it on my twitter that I am working on a novel (or two depending on my mood). It's a fantasy novel. After people like Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and Orson Scott Card have had so much success with science fiction and fantasy, I don't get how people (and by people, I mean writers of reality-based fiction) can still look down on it. One of my professors actually called what I was writing a 'fairy story', which may in itself not be condescending, but the way it was said, with a twinge of disdain and a hint of annoyance, made it seem so.
Oh well. These are the things you have to face, I suppose. I am in no way discouraged. I even have an agent picked out. Well, let me rephrase. I have an agent I would LOVE to work with, but I haven't yet finished enough to send out some samples. I'm not going to send out five chapters if five chapters is all I've finished. Ugh. Back to work then.
Ta!
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