Let's just get it out in the open. Right here. Right now.
I have been so rude to each and every one of you.
And that's not like me. I'm not rude unless you're driving like an idiot and I'm stuck behind you. And then, all bets are off.
But I've been so negligent with all of you. I haven't had a chance to visit anyone and for that, please forgive me.
I've been so solely focused on getting my novel out to agents that I've been eating, breathing, sleeping and oftentimes drinking my manuscript (and a few other libations), getting my work in fighting shape. It was supposed to go out this week, but there was this heart-stopping moment when my word file got corrupted and I watched all my words get eaten up by tiny black squares. And yes, I save, but I hadn't yet backed up this final draft. Luckily, my hubs was able to recover it. Unfortunately, some key pieces in my last revision were gone, but nothing I couldn't push my sleeves up and redo again.
Next week, it will be shopped out to literary agents. So next week, you can guarantee I'll be getting my first official rejections—from the literary world, that is. And next week, I promise to come a-calling.
But I have other big and exciting news today.
Today, I am the guest blogger at Things I Can't Say, the blog of the amazing and splendiferous Shell.
When she asked me to guest on the inaugural post of her new series, Things They Can't Say,
I was so honored and thrilled because she is not only one of my favorite people in blogland, she is also one of my faves in the real world.
And that says a lot, since we've never met.
But I feel like we have, through our emails and tweets and comment love and bloggy friendship. And well, just head on over there because I gush some more about her in my post. Because how can you not gush if you know Shell. She's gushable. (Not a word, but I like it.) We need to send that word to Urban Dictionary with Shell's picture as the definition.
I'm over there, giving my two cents about the best qualities to look for in a husband and it may or may not have to do with tampons. Because that's how I roll. Weirdly. I roll weirdly.
If you're new to my place, thanks for coming over. You might regret it, but I'll try my best not to make you hate yourself too much in the morning.
Here's a few of my less lucid moments, if you're really brave:
One of the many, many times I have made a complete and utter jackass of myself:
The time my dogs, The Moron Twins, almost killed me:
And if you're in more of a weepy mood, here's a piece I wrote to my eldest girl, away at college:
And there's a whole bunch more up top in my faves, because clearly I love myself.
So, that's it for now.
Go see the beautiful, rock star Shell and tell her I said she's just plain gushable.
See you next week!
Posted by Joann Mannix at 7:18 AM