When I first received my syllabus for this semester, I reveled in the fact that there were fewer books to read. But now that I’m knee-deep in criticism, I understand why. Literary theory, with its structuralism and post-structuralism and post-colonialism– is quite difficult to wade through. It’s fascinating, but takes much longer to read.
The good news is, for a change, I’m ahead on the school writing for the month (the next deadline is April 1st), and in the throws of my next article for ArtsATL. I’m having a great time writing for them, and I think I’ve finally figured out a workable rhythm to my non-family responsibilities. School Writing, Work Writing, School Reading. It’s a carousel I mount and go all the way around every single day. Add in my volunteer work for the Atlanta Writers Club, and my plate is (satisfyingly) full.
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My debut novel, Secrets of the Sari Chest, has been out on submission for 3.5 months now. Can you hear the crickets chirping? Because from where I sit, it’s been awfully quiet. In fact, I haven’t heard anything from any of the publishers yet. Nothing. Zilch. During my first time submitting, 2.5 years ago, I started getting rejections two weeks after my agent submitted the manuscript. But now? I’m waiting around twiddling my thumbs.
Is anyone out there? Hello? Bueller? Bueller?
Keep your fingers crossed for me. Doubly crossed, if you can spare it.