So, how about that 24-hour readathon, hmm?
Intense. I'd thought it would have been easier. I was shocked by how quickly I started to feel tired. I never realized how good I was at working for four or five hours. But after those four or five hours, it would seem that my brain quits. Literally, I think it wandered away for a mental cigarette. No really, what it actually demanded was a break to recharge in the warm glow of the TV. That was strange, since I don't consider myself to be a TV-dependent person.
Sign me up for the next one!
I think for the next readathon, I will make a point of setting aside some shorter books to begin with. Also, I'll plan to not be mid-way through my general exams. Desperately needing to do homework as a part of my reading was a downer. It was like I was the grounded kid, watching everyone else play in the street through my closed double-pained window.
The mini-challenges were a lot of fun, especially for providing a sense of community. Thanks to all the cheerleaders for their comments and encouragement and to those other readers who participated in our mini-challenge. I never expected we'd get so many hilarious responses.
Also a big wave and a grand welcome *trumpets blare* to those few but super-awesome peeps who have started following our blog. I hope we manage to amuse you!
My personal readathon continues today, since the hunger for a good book never abates in my house.
Wake. All are invited! We welcome your thoughts on the book.
In writing news, week three has passed without any rejections. I don't know what to think. But I do wonder if this tickle in my chest is the return of hope, my self-esteem or just a cold setting in.
I have discovered the perfect agent. For me. I won't say who. But he or she (no hints!) has represented two of my favorite books, both of which have similar themes and styles to my own. I plan to prepare a query to go out tomorrow. I anticipate rejection, of course. That is always much safer for my mental state.