This has been a really up and down week.
Pros:
- I got the phone number of a really pretty girl who I think might have been a bit keen on me a year or two ago. I didn't act on it then because of some fairly obtuse but also strangely sound reasons but things have changed since then so I might try to hang out with her one-on-one which we never did before and see if there's still anything there.
- I emailed another girl who an old friend of my parents is trying to set me up with, which is a bit weird, but hey, nothing ventured nothing gained.
- A friend I've known since high school is getting married to her really awesome boyfriend on Sunday and I'll get to dress up fancy and see people get happy and hang out with other people I'm friends with and maybe meet a bunch of people I haven't met before.
- I started re-reading the manuscript I wrote late last year after the requisite couple of months away from it and to my surprise and delight I still like it just as much as I did then and I think it could stand a really good chance of maybe being published by someone if the agent I sent the first chapter to almost three months ago ever gets back to me.
- HUG BANDS
Cons:
- The other manuscript I've been working on, for a much less orthodox book, got rejected by the publisher I submitted it to, and because it's a really unusual idea I emailed the Victorian Writers Center, to which I pay A$65 annual membership, to ask for advice about which publishers might be interested in it, and they emailed me back saying they couldn't give me that kind of information, but they could offer me some general advice. The advice in question was lifted straight off their website (which can be accessed by anyone, members and non-members alike) and included such things as "Know which publishers to approach", which is precisely what I don't know and which was why I emailed them in the first place. I guess I can understand how them recommending publishers to anyone who asked might put them in a difficult position, but the email was so beyond useless that it actually made me really angry because frankly a writer's centre should be a bit more fucking helpful than that, I think.
- I clean forgot that the Darren Hanlon show I'd bought a ticket to was last night and so instead of going I just went to a bar and had beers. I've seen Darren Hanlon play just about every time he's come to Melbourne in the last six years so I'm not too cut up about that, but still I'd paid $30 for the ticket so that's money wasted, and more importantly it's really important to me to get out of the house and try to meet people and I just can't help feeling that it was an opportunity lost and that's been really depressing me all day.
So basically right now I'm sitting around at home feeling sorry for myself, but I think by the end of the weekend I'll be perked up again. Fortunately I'm going to the farmer's market and then out to play with the Sudanese kids tomorrow morning, which are two of my favourite things in the world to do.