I was so happy to be invited back for the third time to B.A.W.L. (don’t you just love that acronym?), the Bay Area Writers League. Note: this isn’t the San Francisco Bay Area but the Galveston Bay Area, a lot further south and much hotter!)
It’s a great group of diverse writers — scifi, horror, history, memoir, romance and thriller, published and just beginning.
On July 28, I talked to them about The Short of It–Synopsis, Query, Blurb and Pitch.
So happy to say I’ve started sending out agent queries for A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHTMARE, an Elizabethan fantasy for middle grade.
Next step— waiting…. waiting… waiting…
In mid-March, I had major surgery on my ankle. They replaced a dead bone (!) and then fused the joint with a rod (about 8-inches long!) that goes from the bottom of my foot up into the hollow center of the tibia. There are two stabilizing pins, too. Yes, it’s as bad as it sounds.
My artist son did the lace effect.
Surgical anaesthesia makes me stupid. When that and the pain medication began to wear off, I realized my cast was so tight my toes turned dark whenever they weren’t level with my heart. By late in every day, the cast was really pinching hard. It was so uncomfortable, I was only getting between two and five hours of sleep a night. (Did I mention I refuse to take pain meds unless absolutely necessary.) This lasted for a month until the cast came off. Needless to say, lack of sleep makes me stupid, too.
I’m happy to say the cast came off on Monday, I’m actually walking gingerly with crutches and a big Star-Wars-style boot, I’m getting 7 hours or more of sleep, and I’m not feeling as cloudy and confused. Yay!
However, readers of my blog, TangledWords.com, may have noticed something odd about my first post-surgery post. It was another in my Monday Tips from Agents and Editors series — but I posted it on Wednesday. Ah well, you’ll forgive me, won’t you?