On The Writing Life and Unemployment Running Out.

On The Writing Life and Unemployment Running Out.

So am thinking about sending some of my chapters from one of my chick lit/murder myster/sexy thriller novels to a Literary Agent. Not sure yet who this Lucky Creature will be yet.

Not sure which chapters, though. Perhaps you, my gentle reader, can help me decide.

Will it be:

Cameltoes

Pussy Go Lightly

Bad Breakup in a Beleagured Bar

Am also thinking about sending something to a Writer's Contest. It would be nice to have some extra money. Especially since my Unemployment MIGHT conceivably run out this weekend. I will find out if I can get an extension this coming Sunday.

Saw a pretty cool contest for Sci-Fi writers, the L. Ron Hubbard's Writers of the Future Contest. How hard can that be, right? I will have to grapple with the idiosyncracies of sci-fi, the vernacular, the right ideology, the right voice, style, etc. I'm sure I can do it, I'm a Desperado, right? The good thing about being desperate for money is that you realize your talents increase by the moment.

"Will Wash Windshields for Money," am working on polishing that sign and going down to the street corner next week.

So I've been writing steadily a few hours every day, in between looking for jobs. I might also think about getting a paid writing job, possibly freelance, maybe part time at a magazine somewhere in my town. I called a gal pal, let's call her JoVial, but she hasn't rang me back yet. Hmmm. Maybe I will Facebook her instead. Suspect she prefers her online life more than her offline life.

Wish me luck. I certainly need it.