Anais Nin’s diaries were shockingly sexual and controversial and personal. The Washingtonienne’s are trashy, exploitive, manipulative and cheap. (But hey, both of these people netted themselves big publishing contracts by talking about their private lives.)
So how boring is it to have a blog about the attempts to GET said publishing contract? But hey, we all need diversions in this life. I’ve been told that I’m a little too single-minded in my pursuit, and I’d be a lot better off if I thought about something else. So here we go. My diversion.
Or, as it happens, my diversions.
Hopefully, this blog will serve two purposes, being both a depiction of and an addition to my list of diversions.
As it stands now, I am diverted by:
Chairing the Chick Lit Contest
Dealing with the move my boyfriend and I are making to New York in August
My day job as a food critic
The idea of cleaning out my childhood bedroom, which now serves as a storage place for at least four moves
Some horrific nightmares which have been plaguing me non-stop for the last week
Planning for the RWA National Conference in Dallas at the end of the month.
My boyfriend says this doesn’t count as a diversion, merely a distraction, since the conference is in fact something that relates directly to my pursuit.
Sigh. I told you this was going to be hard.
