I read this morning that the KKK has put out a call for its members to kill gay people.
Yeah, you read that right.
It can't be a surprise, right?
I'm angry again—still—and while I don't advocate violence, I'm not going to cry if a few of these bastards wind up bloodied.
There's so much ranting I could do, but I'm too angry to be coherent right now. Instead I'm going to talk about something that made my day yesterday.
By the by, I highly recommend her for your editing needs.
It's not that Skylark had not already received a shit tonne of editing. It had. I just wanted to make damned sure. I love this story so much and I wanted to give it its best shot.
Cait was absolutely effusive in her praise of the story, which did wonders for my writerly ego.
The following couple of rejections did not.
So, hoping for an independent, honest review, I sent the manuscript to a friend, and well, he's really enjoying it, from what I hear. And that makes me happy.
It restores my faith in the manuscript.
I mean, he's not finished reading it yet, so we'll see how he reacts to the rest, but so far, things are looking good.
So, I'm up from feeling glum about it to feeling restored and hopeful. That will shatter with the next rejection, obviously, but I'm on a high right now.
Writing is full of emotional drama, guys!
Now I'm off to learn some Welsh.