I just realized I forgot to tell this blog that I have another blog!
My Wordpress blog, which I deliberately didn't connect with this one because it's supposed to be my somewhat lame attempt at a professional social-media presence, is getting lots of attention in November. I've deemed this month NaAgFiMo... go to gwenglazer.wordpress.com to find out what it means!
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
and on that farm, we had some pigs
Writing: This blog post about J's and my anniversary meal at Blue Hill Farm, which was more than kind of awesome. (We wrote it on our old wedding website, partly because I am too paranoid to point parental types to this blog and partly because it just seemed appropriate there.)
Expecting: More rejections from agents, to add to the four -- including one from the agency that solicited it -- I've already gotten. 57 more until I hit Katheryn Stockett territory.
Reading: Game of Thrones, the first science-fiction I've read in ages. Also listening to Bonk, which is sensationalist, entertaining and disturbing as hell.
Loving: My week of no-work, following our weekend of vacation. Seriously, you guys, not working is super-fun, and it would be even better if you could somehow make money from doing it permanently. We need to get on that.
Expecting: More rejections from agents, to add to the four -- including one from the agency that solicited it -- I've already gotten. 57 more until I hit Katheryn Stockett territory.
Reading: Game of Thrones, the first science-fiction I've read in ages. Also listening to Bonk, which is sensationalist, entertaining and disturbing as hell.
Loving: My week of no-work, following our weekend of vacation. Seriously, you guys, not working is super-fun, and it would be even better if you could somehow make money from doing it permanently. We need to get on that.
Friday, August 26, 2011
friday night: natural disasters edition
Reflecting: That I only ever miss journalism when important and scary things are happening. I think I used to feel some (illusory) measure of control by simply being in a busy newsroom when something inherently UNcontrollable was going on, like a disaster or an election (what's the difference? ba dum bump). Now, with Hurricane Irene supposed to hit the East Coast this weekend, I feel all anxious and amped up with no place to go. I'm grateful that Ithaca is so far inland and a little worried about all of the coastal dwellers I know and love.
Reflecting II: On Wednesday's earthquake. I definitely heard it, a loud rattling of the wall behind me, which is lined with shelves. I thought the woman in the office next to mine was moving something heavy, but when I heard the loud rumbling/squeaking/rattling for the second time and saw everything on the shelves shaking, I went into her office to see what on earth she could be doing... and she wasn't even in there. Creepy.
Reading: Ten Thousand Saints, about straight-edge teenagers. It's making me scared for youth everywhere.
Waiting: To hear back from more agents. Two out of five rejections so far; only 58 more to go until I tie Kathryn Stockett.
Cooking: Tonight, fresh corn and green beans from the garden, blanched and salted and peppered and nothing more. Mm. Sunday, I'll be making a birthday dinner for J.... we have a tradition of always cooking for each other on our birthdays, and we were in Baltimore on his actual birthday last weekend, so we postponed a week. I'll be making Old Bay cod cakes, tomato salad, and blueberry sour cream pie.
Looking forward to: Going to the NY State Fair tomorrow. Zee and her partner's wedding celebration in October (YAY!); I opened the invitation five minutes ago. Sleep.
Reflecting II: On Wednesday's earthquake. I definitely heard it, a loud rattling of the wall behind me, which is lined with shelves. I thought the woman in the office next to mine was moving something heavy, but when I heard the loud rumbling/squeaking/rattling for the second time and saw everything on the shelves shaking, I went into her office to see what on earth she could be doing... and she wasn't even in there. Creepy.
Reading: Ten Thousand Saints, about straight-edge teenagers. It's making me scared for youth everywhere.
Waiting: To hear back from more agents. Two out of five rejections so far; only 58 more to go until I tie Kathryn Stockett.
Cooking: Tonight, fresh corn and green beans from the garden, blanched and salted and peppered and nothing more. Mm. Sunday, I'll be making a birthday dinner for J.... we have a tradition of always cooking for each other on our birthdays, and we were in Baltimore on his actual birthday last weekend, so we postponed a week. I'll be making Old Bay cod cakes, tomato salad, and blueberry sour cream pie.
Looking forward to: Going to the NY State Fair tomorrow. Zee and her partner's wedding celebration in October (YAY!); I opened the invitation five minutes ago. Sleep.
Friday, August 05, 2011
the lark and the heartbeat
I'm going to skip the "tap tap is this thing on" comments and start blogging again. Hi!
Inspired by some random something I saw somewhere, I am going to start doing this short little thing once a week or so. Sometimes, particularly when I feel like I have too much writing to do in too many different parts of my life, I crave something discrete and structured. Just like a sonnetteer! (That's not a word.)
Reading: 44 Scotland Street, recommended by my writing teacher. Not so into it yet. I just finished Spiral, which I was very into and scared me a lot.
Thinking about: Sending off the zoo book off to an agent next week. I had a little freak-out last night when I tried to sit down and read the end, feeling like I am the world's worst writer and I will never get anywhere and who-do-I-think-I-am-anyway etc. etc. Feeling better now, but that could be because I haven't actually tried to read my own fiction yet today.
Also thinking about: babies; oatmeal and its various health benefits; air-conditioning and energy and the environment; how it's possible that we still do have a crappy landlord and don't have a dog.
Looking forward to: Blueberry-picking tomorrow morning. This dress, which I just ordered on a major sale. Being finished with a particularly heinous project at work.
Inspired by some random something I saw somewhere, I am going to start doing this short little thing once a week or so. Sometimes, particularly when I feel like I have too much writing to do in too many different parts of my life, I crave something discrete and structured. Just like a sonnetteer! (That's not a word.)
Reading: 44 Scotland Street, recommended by my writing teacher. Not so into it yet. I just finished Spiral, which I was very into and scared me a lot.
Thinking about: Sending off the zoo book off to an agent next week. I had a little freak-out last night when I tried to sit down and read the end, feeling like I am the world's worst writer and I will never get anywhere and who-do-I-think-I-am-anyway etc. etc. Feeling better now, but that could be because I haven't actually tried to read my own fiction yet today.
Also thinking about: babies; oatmeal and its various health benefits; air-conditioning and energy and the environment; how it's possible that we still do have a crappy landlord and don't have a dog.
Looking forward to: Blueberry-picking tomorrow morning. This dress, which I just ordered on a major sale. Being finished with a particularly heinous project at work.
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