|Brilliance from the Idea Salesman|
Will the real Slim Shady please st--No, no wait that isn't where I meant to go next.
Okay, so now that I've gotten your attention and either made you snort-laugh at the idea of me rapping or alienated you with an outdated reference you didn't get, I have some news. A couple bits of it actually.
Do you want the good news first? Or the bad news?
Muse: You should always start with bad news. That way people have something to look forward to.
No one asked you, Muse.
Muse: Actually you just asked all of us.
Inner Editor: She's right, you know. On both counts. You did ask us. And beginning with the bad news also allows you to end on a positive note.
Both of you, sheesh. What did I do to deserve both of you butting into my blog post?
Muse: Well yo--
Yeah, yeah, I know, I asked. Anyway, fine, we'll do it your way and lead off with the buzz kill sucky news.
Renee is taking a break from blogging. Not a little one, like when she had the surgery over the summer. A long one, for like the rest of the freaking year. She's got a bunch of personal crap she's getting herself through and she doesn't have a lot of time and stuff. Plus, she's trying to get Guardian done on time and when push came to shove, she decided that had to come first.
It's all very logical and right. Writers write and not writing so she could spend time writing about writing was a crap idea. Fine. I get it.
It still sucks. I like blogging. Blogging is awesome and I don't want to wait three months for my next post.
Because I am going to have things to talk about. Can we move on to the good news now please?!?!?
Of course we can. This is my blog post. So here it is:
Renee has given me permission to try to sell a piece of her flash fiction!!!
Huzzah! This is it, folks. This is the one we've been waiting for. This is my big chance. I have been called up to The Show. Time for me to prove how awesome I can be at this gig.
She gave herself until the 15th to finish getting it all polished up and shiny and then it's all mine. And first thing Wednesday morning, it's going out the door. I already know where I'm sending it and what the submission guidelines are and everything, so we can hit the ground running.
I am ready, baby!
Now it's poor form to get too much into specifics about what you send where and how they responded, but I'll find a way to keep you all apprised of any big news. Keep an eye on Twitter, I suppose, since there won't be updates here for a while.
Maybe, since she's taking the blog away from us for a while, I can convince Renee to let us all get our own Twitter accounts. . .
Inner Editor: Absolutely not.
Renee: I refuse to spend any more time than I already do talking to myself on the internet.
Sheesh, ladies, it was just an idea.