Well. I don't like to go this long without a blog post. I took on some freelance work, which takes some of my extra time. We had a teensy bit of forward motion in the book front, which took some of my week. I sang in the memorial service for a great man who passed away. And the rest of the time, I was doing this:
This isn't the best picture of her that I took, but it's the least dorky of me (since I kept making squishy, pouty baby-talk sort of faces because I was holding all this glorious baby-ness in my lap), and I'm really too vain to choose the ugly pictures of me even for my namesake. Isn't she gorgeous though? I mean, that skin! Those lips! That hair! She spent about one day and one night at our house. (Along with her sweet, cool mama of course), and simply nothing could woo me from her awesomeness.
On the book front, we're working on a proposal to give the manuscript a little extra selling power to the editors still interested. If someone had told me how difficult it was to convince someone to add your memoir to their already over-published stack of self-discovery narratives, I would have fictionalized the whole thing and made it a great novel instead. Still, we have interest. And interest is way down the road towards someday being on a shelf, so it's good. I'll try and stop by a few more times this week despite my obsession with the proposal on which all my hopes and dreams hang in the balance. I'll tell you what a wonderful man Keith Lawson was (the previously mentioned memorial service) and what I learned from his life and I'll keep you posted on Jake's antics and the life of a struggling writer. It'll be great. In the meantime, feast your eyes on these.