I knew it was magic

Remember that house that grabbed me by the coattails of my imagination?

 I've uncovered its story. It is called Moon Lorn, and a wizard built that house! Malcolm Parcell: Wizard of Moon Lorn. I've bought the book that proves it. And he really did weave his strands of story in my thoughts! There are words and concepts that I wrote BEFORE I learned about his house and who he was inside the text of "Killing Time," and I am bewitched. Everybody wins by this because the story he asked me to write is delightful. 

I am a writer who is taking herself seriously by sending out a query letter every single business day (except that day my computer crashed and that day an agent requested additional pages.) 

Today, on the 28th business day of this journey, an agent asked via her query form what would be the theme song to your book. I had never thought about that, and I asked my most readily available audience (my family) for suggestions. Here is David's. It's actually a really good representation of my writing process, and I love it.  However, I'm using a different song in the query form.

 

This song is the one I finally chose. It's perfect, so perfect, and I love it so much that I purchased it on vinyl for $27.82 before I even submitted the query form. 

 

Having an away-from-home job is really cramping my style.

Thank you US Census Bureau for teaching me that fitting a complicated life into 24 hours is not as easy as a daydream, but more important than that: thank you for sending me out on long drives, drives that often require the 4x4 feature on my husband's truck, drives down one-lane dirt or gravel roads. Time is erased, and I hover somewhen else exploring the possibilities of untethered reality.

  

 

Yesterday, I ran by a house that wove itself into one of my stories. Seriously. The house was sneaky. I did not give my permission. I was minding my own business, running along, passing by, and a minor element (a house) suddenly morphed itself into a major element (THE house).

Now, the story is haunting my dreams, and it won't leave me alone.  I can't get away from it, and I'm loving every minute of it!

Is that a wishing well - over by the carriage porch? This almost can't get better!

Note: I'm in the process of moving my web presence into one more central location.  I'm keeping up two blogs at the moment (double-posting) so it's easy, but sometime in the future, I'll only be blogging at: https://www.thelaurapeters.com/whats-up 

The website is in development.  It's not perfectly viewer ready yet, but I am taking my daughter's good advice. I'm moving my website out of the nineties, and "thelaurapeters.com"  has its own blog.

 

TENACITY.

I DID IT!!!! I passed the man on a run!!!!

This is a milestone in my life.

(I did not stop running once this whole long uphill.

I was jogging backward while I snapped this picture.)

Does this woman look like an idiot?

Maybe don't answer that.

Because I feel like such a total idiot!  Yesterday I was chatting with someone who lives near my house, and that person mentioned "The Knight's Tale," to which I responded: "Wow. Somebody makes a Shakespeare reference, and I don't have a comeback."

It wasn't until I got into my car and was driving away that the name CHAUCER hit me in the gut like a ton of bricks.  I was so humiliated that I even considered turning around and driving back to repair my now probably irreparably soiled reputation. I thought about explaining that not only was my brain-lapse momentary but that I love Chaucer. Perhaps I could have casually mentioned that in college, I had to read "The Knight's Tale" among several other Canterbury Tales in Middle English. As a grande finale, maybe I could mention the grade I got in the course and my overall GPA?

I kept driving.

But, I still feel like an idiot almost twenty-four hours later.  

My husband comforted me. He said that I'm not an idiot. I was so happy, but then he added that maybe I need to brush up on my Chaucer. That wasn't quite as complimentary, but honesty is good, and he took me running. That's even better than honesty.

Now, if I could just catch up with the guy ...

It's basic math.

The writer who sends exponentially more queries

receives exponentially more rejection.

But, two in one day! Ouch.

I need a 70 calorie comfort binge.