Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.HE WROTE: New York
I grew up in New York. Da Bronx. I never saw Saturday Night Fever until a few years ago. Thought it was a disco movie. But it actually captured the essence of growing up in NYC outside of Manhattan. I actually remember when there was ONE Barnes and Noble, this independent book store in Manhattan with tables full of books. Used to take the subway down there on Sundays. So I like B&N. They rack a hell of a lot of books which is good for writers.
Anyway. Agnes actually hasn't sold yet. We sent the proposal and opening chapter to our agent and she sent it on to our editor and we've been waiting to hear back since mid-December. One thing about publishing: it's slow. We should hear today, then again, maybe not. If you're a Type A personality, publishing will break you of that.
I have never formally gambled in my life. I've made a few bets, but only when I controlled the outcome. I bet my company commander when I was in the First Cav Division that I could do the EIB 12 mile forced march with gear in under 3 hours. I did it in 2:59:12. He paid me with a case of Harp beer which he thought was amusing because it came in four packs, not six packs. Go figure the Irish. Speaking of which, we have an Irishman in Agnes: Doyle. The handyman.
Anyway. Gambling. Publishing is a gamble. All the time. I have no clue what will happen. Every year I have no clue where I will be living a year from now.
Wait. Actually I have gambled. When I lived in Korea I would play the nickle poker machine on the nearby army post in ChunChon. And then I would go to a restaurant. Jenny LOVES my Korean restaurant story. She choked me in Reno at National last year when I told it to her. For the tenth time. I'll tell it to her again next time I see her.
My memory isn't what it used to be.
Ok, back to Shane thinking about Agnes before someone tries to kill him.
10 Comments:
Wow, I sure am LOVING the "once a week" blogging.
Keep it coming! Pretty please.
Great ramble, that had to shake something loose............
my daughter is in Korea now working on a psych unit near the DMZ.........if you share the story I will send it to her.
So far she says Korea smells bad but has good shopping..........
It's the food, I bet! The one time I had it was when I was working in Indonesia and our host "surprised" us with a trip to the "best restaurant in town." It was, I am told, very authentic, but the smells nearly slayed me even without the visual impact of the offerings. Afterwards I went to Planet Hollywood for a veggie burger.
You know, before this blog, Bob really didn't talk much. Now he's got all of Jenny's girls hanging off of every word he says (at least me) and he opens right up.
Who knew bob had rambling in him?
Yes! I am LOVING the "once a week" blogging!! I giggle every time there's a blog from Bob. I just get so excited. I think I might have a little crush...
Liz: The Tiger Beat Bob keychain is now on sale at Amazon. :)
So, ya gonna share the Korean restaurant story with your adoring fans?
Here's how my roofing partner, an Airborne Ranger, "trained" me to listen to his stories over and over again. He adds different details and embellishes until the story becomes a huge big stage routine. It's been fourteen years of the same Vietnam stories. Of course, he also claims that his memory isn't what it used to be.
Just want to say I'm enjoying this blog tremendously. It's on my daily list of stops. Love the idea of the Agnes story.
:) Pam
Tell us the Korean restaurant story...unless it involves dancing monkeys.
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