That's All She Wrote

Last night I finished rewriting Summer On Lake Tulaby, complete with a spankin' new main character, and sent it off to the NYC agent, accompanied by an implied threat on his life if he asks me to do a third rewrite. I'm completely spent after this major overhaul, and I really don't think I can do it again. I never thought I'd say this, but if this isn't what he's looking for I may have to realize that he and I don't have the same vision for the story. Ugh, I hope it doesn't come to that.

On the positive side, I have real interest from Flux in my National Write A Novel In A Month (another rewrite that is ongoing) so there's some movement in the right direction there. This whole writing thing has turned out to be more complicated than I ever imagined.

We just got back from a 'vacation' with our kids to the western part of North Dakota where we visited Medora and did all the Medora things (the Musical, the Pitchfork Fondue, a trail ride, etc.) We spent the end of the week in Williston where we attended the 11th Annual Krenz Pig Feed at the ranch of my sister and her husband. Over the past 11 years, it's grown from just a pig roast to include a catfish fry, a tiki bar, open mike night, a ring-toss competition, and much, much more. People bring tents and RV's; I think there were about 120 people there this year (75 of which seemed to be children with dirty faces carrying big sticks or pretend guns).
When we got home, I found myself in deep need of a) a shower, and b) another vacation.

Currently reading: Can't Wait to Get to Heaven by Fannie Flagg
Very quaint and enjoyable with some unexpected plot twists!
S.