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Floofhold (floofinition) –
1. A tenuous grasp on a housepet.
2. A housepet’s tenous grip on an object.
3. Delaying an event or an activity due to a housepet’s situation or location.
In use: “He wanted to vacuum the house, but, not wanting to disturb the sleeping cats and dogs, was forced into a floofhold.”
I wish agents submitted to my will, but they’re impressively resilient.
That’s not what I’m writing ’bout, as you know. I’m addressin’ the other sort of submissions, the one that requires you to send agents your writing, seeking a pinkiehold on the path to traditional publishing, which, as we all know, also brings us fame, fortune, and immunity from ever doubting ourselves again.
Right?
As I’ve refined my submission process in this go-around, I’ve come to think of it as job-hunting. Instead of a novel or proposal, you’re submitting a resume when you’re job hunting.
They have other similarities.
You peruse every source you find for potential places to submit.
You submit as much as you can.
You wait and hope for positive responses.
You keep going until you’ve signed somewhere.
What ’bout you? How’d you approach it?
I would add, drink prodigiously, mostly coffee, to this list…
I’m reposting this from a few years ago. Back then, I didn’t have many readers so now, I wanted to share these pithy thoughts–including a few updates–with all my new efriends!
There are a lot of difficult parts to writing. I mean, besides the whole write-edit-revise-rewrite-market-start over thing. That cutting a vein and bleeding on the page can get touch-and-go at times. Channeling your muse often gets someone you’d prefer to avoid. And it’s well documented that trying to make a living as an author is pretty near impossible unless your last name rhymes with ‘Fancy’ or ‘Brawling’.
Despite all that, it’s a profession people flock to, spend thousands training to be, and wouldn’t give up for anything. Widely-accepted studies show 80% of us have a book we want to share–despite that industry stats show it takes five years to hone and deliver an acceptable novel.
It may–or may not–surprise…
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I didn’t see this as a bumper sticker. I saw it on the “Pickles” comic strip and thought it would be an excellent bumper sticker.
You often hear what’ll happen someday. Biggest of that is, “Someday, we’ll understand.” But, for a lot of us, for many of these prophecies, someday never comes.
It was part of my morning circle. When will this come about? What day? Someday. Well, sometimes someday never comes.
John Fogerty was writing about his parents’ divorce and his own marriage breaking up when he wrote “Someday Never Comes”. I enjoy CCR’s music because of the beats and a general buoyancy they project, but Fogerty’s lyrics were often observational essays.
Here’s “Someday Never Comes” (1972).
First thing I remember was askin’ papa, “Why?”, for there were many things I didn’t know
And daddy always smiled; took me by the hand, sayin’, “Someday you’ll understand”
Well, I’m here to tell you now each and ev’ry mother’s son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young, ’cause someday never comes
h/t lyricsfreak.com
Fyck-floof (floofinition) – restless housepet(s)
In use: “The pets were locked in the house because of the severe cold, and were soon fyck-floof, cruisin’, stalkin’, explorin’, and pouncin’ to spill energy. Soon that agitated the others, and I had fyck-floof of all ages in every room.”
Michael Seidel, writer 