Melinda Morley

Word.

My life is insanely busy right now. Technically, I don’t even have time for blogging. GUILT has gotten the better of me and here I am: blogging.

Is anyone, besides my mom, reading this anymore? I must do better at blogging. I see so many of you over at facebook, that I find my time spent over there more than here, but, I will do better!

So, where to begin. . . .

As you know, I spent the summer blissfully revising. Hundreds of early summer morning hours spent listening to Vivaldi and Daughtry and clicking away at my novel. And loving how it was shaping up.

Then school started and my statistics class, my entire family and I were cast in a play, and I was given a substantial church calling and my writing suffered. Or so I thought. I took a two month break from my fairytale and just when I thought I was ready to move on, more ideas came. Better dialog. Arguments between characters. Delightful little snippets and dashes all rushing into my brain and out my fingertips.

Will I ever tire of this novel? I. Think. Not.

And I realized that instead of neglecting my writing for the past two months, I have just taken a needed respite. And now I am refreshed and ready to fix everything again.

Just in time, too.

I’ve been querying and attending conferences; and I’ve been able to create some interest. I’ve had several requests from agents to see more and I’m quite thrilled at the response I’ve been getting. (Some very nice rejections!) I’m glad for them, though. They are letting me know that I’m on the right path and before too long, hopefully, I will find that agents who really “gets” what my story is–that intangible thing that you feel and know more than you can articulate.

Just the thought gives me heart palpitations. Because more than anything, dear reader, I want to share my book with you.

It’s really delightful. And just a great read. I know I’m hopelessly biased. And I’m sure I love my ugly baby like no mother could, but I lose myself in this story–in the words and the characters and the excitement. I want you to get lost in it, too.

So, hold on, dear friends. My story will yet see the light of day. I just know it.

And now I must revise and ready my next submission to an agent. Gulp. Wish me luck! Oh, thank you all for your support! I have such wonderful, wonderful family and friends who encourage me and always ask how my story is and if they can read it yet.

It’s coming. . . . I promise.

Posted by admin on 11.22.2010 at 9:49 am// Tagged under: Misc. // 3 Comments »

Can summer be over when it’s still 100 degrees outside?

I have a few friends express their condolences over the ending of summer. The kids are in school. But, still folks, it’s a hundred degrees outside! How is that NOT summer?

It’s just so wrong to be in school when the temps are that high. I live in Utah not Arizona. It’s not like it will be 100 once September hits.We should wait until then before we gather our lunch pails and trod through the fields barefoot to school.

I’ve compiled a list:

Things we should be doing instead of going to school in August:

1. Taking a holiday. (So very English of me, but really. Vacationing our brains out is the ONLY way to spend August. I’ve decided. So let it be written so let it be done.) Okay, I did spend a week in Idaho and then another week in Colorado and then, BAM school hit us like a mac truck driver on sleeping pills.  (And frozen turkeys, well, that’s almost a nice thought in August. Cold poultry.) Anyway, whose bright idea was it to start school in August anyway? Can anyone really be expected to THINK when it’s so hot outside? I think not!

2. Swimming. It’s the only logical thing to do when you are hot. Water. Water. Water. And more water. Am I making myself clear?

3. Eat popsicles with ice cream centers. If you have to be hot on the outside, you may as well be cool on the inside.

I have a new addiction….

4. Go to the mountains. It’s always cool and lovely in the mountains. If you have to go to school in August, you should do it in the mountains. There are lakes there. You could swim if you wanted to. Not that I would, but I’m just saying. Kill two birds with one stone.

5. Nothing. Sit and veg out with your favorite book. Not moving. Breathing in that wonderous smell of books in August.

That is what August is all about.

Posted by admin on 08.28.2010 at 8:40 pm// Tagged under: Misc. // 1 Comment »