Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been a while since I last blogged.
The open call for submissions from agents was a big bust. Not a single query. What is wrong with these agents that they aren't out there pounding the streets looking for the next small- to mid-sized thing? I've been thinking of changing my last name to Palin so I can get a book deal.
Or at the very least appear on Dancing with the Stars. Of course, when I dance, I look like a wounded cat having a seizure. I've met epileptics with more rhythm.
But that's not what I'm here to talk about today. I'm here to talk about focus and goals.
I have none.
Well, thanks for stopping by.