About a yeghostbustersar ago, my sister told me that they were doing a reboot of the Ghostbusters. I said “What? No! I’ll NEVER go see that!” Then, she said, “Chris Hemsworth will be playing Jeanine.” I said, “So, when is this reboot coming out? I’d love to see it in theaters.”

A year later, I see the trailers in the theaters and think, “Yuck. I don’t even think my hubby (Hemsworth) will make me want to see that movie.” But then coworkers went to see it and said it was hilarious. I think, oh great, it’s ridiculously silly and gross. I’m just not a fan of silly movies. I get that the slapstick stunts are supposed to be funny, but I don’t laugh. Some silly movies, for unknown reasons, I do like: Bowfinger, This is the End, the FIRST Hangover, but not things like Dumb and Dumber and Austin Powers. So, back to the story, I get bored and go see Ghostbusters anyway, and I liked it… a lot. It was silly, but so is the original, but it has meat, great action scenes, and um… my hubby gets a dance sequence and flies around with magic hands. I might have enjoyed the movie a bit more because of this ;). But seriously, I love the homage it pays to the original movies too. The cameos, the music, the fire house, the only thing I missed was the line: “Don’t cross the beams!”

Okay, so here’s my nerd showing. After I watch the movie, you know what end up doing? Digging out The Real Ghostbusters (the original cartoon, because of course I have it all on DVD along with a lot of other 80’s and 90’s crack) and watching a couple of epis. The weird thing is all that nostalgia inspired me to write (yes, I have been slacking on the writing, so I take what I can get :D). But when I really think about it, being inspired to write by watching 90’s shows or listening to 90’s music, shouldn’t be weird for me. I used to write non-stop as a kid. I mean, getting to write was a prize for me when I had free time. It was as fun as being told “we’re going to the movies” or to a friend’s house. And I’ve never been able to write or read when it’s quiet, so the TV is/was always on, that or music. So, listening and watching 90’s stuff takes me back to when I really and truly wrote for fun. And seeing that the characters I’m using were created in the 90’s so I was writing about them then, of course I’d be inspired to write about them now. 😀 I love psychoanalyzing myself!

Now, I know my writer’s block can be cured by popping in a few episodes of Doug or the Rugrats.  I only feel sorry for my neighbors, because I usually do this late at night and they let it be known that they hate my TV shows and music after 8 (8 pm… like really? Some people sleep at 8 pm? Geez. Granted, I hate when they wake me up at 8 am 😀 … But still, I need to pad my place with that acoustic, sound-blocking foam. Wonder if it comes in purple? 😀 ).

Hah, I just displayed my age and my nerd in one fell swoop, but that’s okay. Neither are things to be ashamed of. Nineties kids (not to be confused with 90’s babies, which is what you are if you were born in the 90’s :P) unite! And nerds rule the world.

Sorry for being random again–okay, no, I’m really not that sorry ;D–but I wanted to do this post. Take care anyone who finished reading my random ramble, and…

…until next time!

 

 

 

i'm not dead pink

I can start this entry off with more promises of blogging more frequently, but I know I’m lying. I love the idea of having a blog, I love the way it looks, and sometimes, great things happen and I want to blog. I just don’t. It’s like lying on the couch with a bag of snacks staring at your treadmill, thinking: I want to use that thing. But do you? Nah. Requires you to stop doing nothing and be productive, lol. We can’t have that, can we?

Ironic that this post is actually about how productive I’ve been these past few months :). Here are some accomplishments:
1. Had my annual review at work– Got a gold star.
2. My novel was 127,000 words– edited it down to 99,000 words.
3. Started my own weekly writers group through Meet-up– It’s been 6 months and still going strong, and sometimes is Wait-list only.
4. Went to the San Francisco Writers Conference 2015 and rubbed elbows with agents– Four out of five agents said send me that novel (or some of it).
5. After weeks of being a perfectionist (editing like crazy, again)– I sent my manuscript off last night (bye, bye Mommy’s baby, have a good first day of school… **sob**)

So, after Number 5, I wait for responses. I opened up my dusty, agent submission log (started in 2011 and not used since then) where I enter in the queries and manuscripts I send out to agents, looked at my long list of submissions (2 agents) and see that one of the agents I’m sending to this time around is the same agent who gave me my first rejection letter.  It was a nice standard issue form letter that came within a few hours of my submission. I told myself (to make me feel better) that I must have committed a formatting treason and got an auto-reject. The agent couldn’t possibly have read my work that fast and hated it, right?  Haha. Well, years later, I find out that it WAS an auto-reject! (Not that she might not have rejected it anyway, but still… HAHA, I was right!).  Anyways, at the conference, when the agent gave me her card, she said: Make sure you put my super secret code in the subject line or else you’ll get an auto-reject. I don’t read unsolicited manuscripts from new authors unless I meet them at a conference.  I swear I heard the “Patty Mayonnaise” music Doug heard whenever puffy-headed Patty entered the room, when I made the connection. (Oh yeah, I revealed my age right there in that comment. Nick-toons were the best in the 90s.)

So, I’ve got 10 pages in the hand of one agent, and an entire manuscript in the hands of another.  I’m excited, nervous and relieved at the same time.  Excited, because I’m finally submitting, for real.  I’m ready for my 100 rejection letters! Nervous, because “Oh no, it’s baby’s first day at school, what if someone is mean to him or steals his lunch money?”  Relieved, because I did it.  The manuscript is out there.  When people ask if I sent it off yet, I can say “Yes!”  So, now I have to keep myself from checking my e-mail every hour, like a mama checking the nanny-cam.  My logical brain knows that I’m not going to hear anything for weeks, and that if I do hear anything back this soon, it’ll be “BWHAHAHAHA, how dare you send us this crap?”  But knowing all that doesn’t stop me from constantly checking.  I’m even annoying myself with it.

To take my mind off of it, I could do something productive, like write something new. Hey, I could work on revising the sequel to the manuscript I sent off.  That’s a great idea… or I can lie on the couch with a bag of snacks staring at my exercise machine or laptop and think: Man, I should be using that thing.  Couch and snacks sound good, but nah.  Been there, done that.  Maybe I should research some more agents that I haven’t met and get some more submissions sent out.  But my question is, should I wait to hear back from the agents I just sent to?  If they don’t like the manuscript, maybe they might offer some good feedback as to why and I might get some useful edits made according to it.  But then again, what if the things they hated about the book another agent loves?  At times like these, I wish I had Jean Grey’s powers to not just to read a mind, but to change a mind: My baby is the cutest, smartest, most awesome baby in the world. You like him.  You want him.  Lol.  About 50 submissions from now, I’ll be laughing at this entry.  I’m such a newbie, but ah well.  Gotta start sometime, and I’m way past due.

Okay, so I just wanted to get an entry in here and let WordPress know I’m not dead… “just floating”, being lazy, procrastinating, so don’t cancel my subscription–especially since you already took my money for it. I can’t promise when I’ll do another one of these. I always enjoy writing blog entries when I finally get around to doing them, it’s just the “getting around to them” part that’s so hard.

Until next time–and hey, maybe by then I’ll have some interesting news, or good news, or a new place to live, or a new man, or…  Ah, whatever.  Take care!

 

“I’m not dead… just floating”–Pink, I’m Not Dead.
Mann, B. and Pink. (2006). I’m Not Dead. [Recorded by Pink]. I’m Not Dead [CD]. London, England: Zomba Music Group.