Happy birthday, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle! Born May 22, 1859, died July 7, 1930. Creator of our favorite high-functioning sociopathic detective, Sherlock Holmes. :)
So what have I been up to since the A-Z Challenge? Well, I’ve finished the semester of course, and I’ve queried Tunerville twice (and been rejected twice). Yeah, it sucks, but rejection is part of the process.
There’s something in the book that’s been bothering me–I’m not sure I got it quite right, so I’ve reached out to an expert for assistance. Since no one’s asking me for pages or a manuscript, I can take a bit of time to check it.
This upcoming holiday week, I’ve taken some extra PTO and will begin chucking crap out of The Crumbling Albatross (my house) and get some research and outlining done on the RH sequel. Look for another vocabulary post coming soon; I’d like to finish that series. I think we left off with S before the Challenge, didn’t we? So T will be next.
I’ve got two things bouncing around in my head that are dying to get out. One might be novel-worthy. It’s been in there for a long time and may be literary in nature. I’m not sure. Nearly everything I write has some weird component to it, so we’ll see.
The other one is only a vague, half-formed notion at this juncture but will probably end up being my fledgling attempt at a screenplay. Part of my self-imposed curriculum this summer is to learn how to write those. I’ve got some study materials recommended by a screenwriter friend, so I’m ready to go.
I’m taking a long-needed break, during which I’ve started the UK version of The Office (hilarious), watched the world’s saddest movie (you can rent it on YouTube), and become enamored of Irish singer/songwriter James Vincent McMorrow and the world’s saddest song (it plays over the credits of the world’s saddest movie).
Of course, Mr. Holmes. I promise. :)