Despite Greg urging me to pursue a "Nu Fiction Direction" on this weblog, I just can't bring myself to do it. That's a lot of pressure, guy. Plus, I already made one "nu fiction" entry and it seemed to be horribly unpopular and unread. Speaking of fiction, though, I got a publication rejection today. I got the second tier rejection notice that says they liked what they read and that I should submit again. I'll save it to blot my lipstick on. HAR! Well, no. I won't.
I have, however, gathered up more inspiration lately when it comes to that fiction bizness. I've been writing every day for at least an hour. It feels good. I think I went about three months without having a single write-worthy thought going through my head. All I was thinking about was macaroni and cheese and beachballs, popular subjects of the type of people who have no brain. I think that feeling a bit more active upstairs has to do with feeling unattractive. When I am not being vain that means I have to focus on other things that I have going for me--like the fact that I may not be totally stupid. Yes, lately I have not been very attractive. I seriously need a makeover, TLC.
Okay, now I am off to go read some more of "Ada"--pretty steamy so far, after Chapter 19.