My husband noticed me because I was a cow. On Halloween. We joined the same college-sponsored mission trip — a door-knocking campaign, which was unhappy because I really don’t believe door-knocking does anything but annoy people these days (I believe that the influence of Christians on the rest of the world happens on a more personal level, for good or for ill) — and we had a brief meeting Halloween night, and I’d worn my cow suit all day and to dinner, and Alex saw me across the cafeteria and wanted to meet me, and was happy when I showed up in his campaign group. So he talked to me by the cups for lemonade, and I ended up fumbling with the cups because . . . well, I was shy and a cute boy was talking to me. Which never ever happened except in my daydreams. And he really was the cutest guy there. All tall and dark and spiffy.
Today I wrote Isabelle’s book synopsis. A synopsis is different from a query letter in some way or other, but I think mostly because it’s more of a summary, and is longer than a query. The weird thing is that a synopsis can be from 1-12 pages, depending on what the agent/editor asks for. So writing one synopsis doesn’t mean I’m done with synopses.
Do I just query and do the synopsis to the page length they want when they ask for it? Or should I do the long version and pare it down when they want something shorter? And do I do an outline now or later?
And what the heck is an “intro letter”? There’s this one agent who requires an “intro letter” as opposed to a query letter. I certainly hope it isn’t just a letter of writer credentials, because I don’t have any yet.
Halloween is coming up, my favorite holiday of the year except for Christmas, and we’re going to rent Halloween movies with our friend Chris and eat candy but Alex will try not to look because candy makes him vomit.
I think it’s cruel and unusual for preacher’s kids to have to give up their holidays for church functions. Holidays happen once a year, and kids haven’t had a lot of holidays by that point. I had, like, ten Halloweens under my belt when that stupid church in Texas decided it would have a Halloween carnival to keep kids from going from dangerous house to house.
Obviously, my brother and I were the only teens from the youth group there. The other teens got to dress up in costumes (my favorite part of Halloween, which I had to skip that year) and get candy from all those dangerous houses.
So, I have a button rotation on my other site. It’s nice enough, I update it every few months (I’m SLOW).
And I had this cute little pastel pink and blue site apply and I poked around and found a post I liked about how some things preachers say aren’t always in the Bible, so they must be tradition. And I commented, because it’s true that some churches teach tradition as the same thing as gospel when it’s not.
Then I poked around some more and realized maybe some of those things that weren’t in the Bible had to do with racial equality, because this girl is quoting Hitler like he’s her hero:
And I was very embarrassed because I was coming to realize that I had posted a compliment on a Neo-Nazi website. (Am I on government watch lists now?)
But you really can’t blame me for being confused. It’s a sad thing, of course, but Alex and I couldn’t help laughing at the extreme contrast of design and content. I mean, racial slurs and White power packaged in fluffy pastel smiling clouds!
Anyway, I’m not posting the site link because it would only serve to make people angry and the site owner has already been getting lots of “You’re a racist” email which has only encouraged her to call people names (my husband noticed that on the announcements — I never read announcements). So I’m saving you the trouble of getting called names. If you want to vent, go ahead and leave a comment here. I won’t allow cursing, and I usually won’t allow rude anger, but I think in this case I’ll let you be as outraged as you like. Just keep it clean.
