We bought rain barrels. Plastic ones that won't, oh, fall over and shatter. Not as pretty, but far better for the long term.
We've realized that last year, our first year in Santa Fe, spoiled us terribly, with all the snow and rain. This year is far more dry and we fell behind on watering. We're catching up now, and the flowers are coming along. Fortunately, as children of the West, David and I are both habitual water-savers. We just need to adjust our thinking, take it a bit further.
I am thinking longer-term in many ways.
I mentioned yesterday that I'm not willing to take The Body Gift to self-pubbing, or even digital publishing yet. See, I have a Plan. This is a Plan suggested to me by a lovely agent-friend who can't take me on as a client right not, but offered me unlimited advice. (I'm not sure if that's just her very gracious way of saying no while remaining friendly and supportive, but I don't care. She also told me I seem to be doing just fine on my own and you know where flattery will get you with me. Hey, I'm a Leo - I can't help it!)
At any rate, she suggested that with each new novel, I shoot as high as I can, walk it through all the Big Show venues and then, if no one bites, offer it to digital. I like this plan. I know many scoff, because it's still clinging to the traditional route, which so many are forsaking. Why put myself through the pain of the Big Filter when I could just skip all the rejection and waiting, go straight to Smashwords or one of the innumerable start-up epresses that seem to snap up all and sundry.
I want the filter.
I want the writing I put out in the world to be the very best it can be. Even though I hate the pain, I want my work to receive ruthless editing and the stern eye of marketing. I know NYC can have a narrow view. I also know traditional publishing has been putting out incredible books for my entire life.
I want that to be my books.
And I don't know about all of you, but I've been reading a lot of less-than-stellar stuff lately. Digital publishing is coming up in the world and some of the digital imprints seem to have pretty high standards. Others.... erm. Not so much. As much as I would love someone to embrace my book and publish it, I don't want it at the price of quality. I'd rather revise.
I know it's hard to know these days, what a press's standards are. But if you look around, you can figure it out. Read their books and you'll know. The ones who haven't put out any books yet are a bigger gamble. Every publisher has some lemons, or books that you hate. More than once I've wondered what Ace was thinking, or who is reading some of what Kensington puts out. I also know they have exhaustive acquisitions processes, so I figure I'm not their reader.
So, I don't want to be the person who doesn't want to belong to any club that would stoop to admitting the likes of me, but I do want to make the grade.
I want to be part of the Big Show.
And I won't stop until I get there.
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