whooshing

I got the novel draft printed in paperback from LuLu and an aquaintance at work read it. She said it was a real page turner. It only took her two weeks to get it back to me. So I feel very good. I’ve been editing it off and on. I also won at scriptfrenzy.org so I am now into writing screenplays. This puts the novel on the back burner. I am wishing I could live full time as a writer and I’m looking for more literary formats to try out. I’ve done poetry, essays, blogging, novel, short story (just entered one in a contest), screenplay. Wrote a copule of stage plays when I was much younger. Haven’t tried journalistic writing, unless you count blogging. What else is there?

I did the gross (large) editing and moved a couple of sections around so that it’s sensible enough for someone else to read. A woman at work keeps asking about it. So I’ve uploaded it to Lulu.com and am patiently waiting for the free copy I earned by winning at NaNoWriMo. I still need to tell that woman about the two parts of the book she may not like. If she doesn’t like them enough I’ll have to find someone else to read it. But all in time. All in time.

Asian food just tastes better with chopsticks. Also, I’ll always remember the guy who taught me. He was an American Indian and he said, “It’s like a bird beak. See.” So helpful. I always think that, too. My bird beak. And it’s fun.