March 26, 2010

I should be sleeping. I'm exhausted, and William is actually content at the moment. Talk about a tough week. Last weekend, William went from eating every three hours to crying for food every two hours and less. I'd finish feeding him, put him down to play, and he'd be crying again within a half hour. So, my husband and I decided to start him on rice cereal. Now instead of crying every two hours, William sometimes takes two hours to feed! Up until last night, I hadn't touched my beads in nearly a week.

I sometimes hate being a Navy wife. I often feel alone, and I'm responsible for so much. This crew my husband is on isn't helping matters any. He came home a couple of weeks ago and said his section might be assigned duty every six days instead of four, which meant he would only be away one night a week instead of two. Then he came home this week and said his section will probably be assigned duty every other day, which meant he'd be home only three nights a week. Now the word is he'll stay on the four-day duty rotation, but he has to work an extra two hours a day. Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit jerked around at this point.

I still haven't heard from half of the literary agents I have queried so far. All the other responses have been "no". I'm not feeling very hopeful about my chances. After bugging me to finish the manuscript, my mom isn't going to read it. Neither is my husband. In fact, I'm not sure anyone is reading it right now. If my family doesn't want to read it, why would anyone else? Maybe I should go the way of Rowling and Paolini and write the next blockbuster YA fantasy series.

I could use a better week.


Thomas Paine said...

Ah the joys of military life ... as soon as you think you've worked around the latest change, things are changed again. Your frustrations are understood! I hope your luck changes with regard to your manuscript ... if you don't mind answering--what is the script on? Perhaps I just haven't read far enough into your posts to know.

April said...

My novel is a literary work set in a mythical Alabama town in 1970. A sheriff must solve a murder and free a wrongly accused black friend before a revival of the town's old KKK destroys the peace he has worked so long to keep. I'm hoping I can find an agent to represent the work sometime in the next few months.

Thanks for your interest!

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