Books and Comic Cons.
I forgot to add earlier that my book is now officially finished. This is the point where, beyond maybe some typo fixes if I see them, I'm done. Except maybe the make out scene because it's too cliche--wait, no, I can't do that because I promised myself I'm done! I have to put the damn thing down and step away and say, "you are finished." The final count was 95,000 words, give or take. And all of it story, no filler. So now I have to start sending it off to literary agents, while I work on my spec scripts.

The weird part? I actually miss my characters. As though they are real people who actually exist somewhere, and I got to be part of their life for a while and now I have to say good bye and move to another part of the country, always hearing about what happens to them from a distance. It makes me sad and tearful. Sam started out as so unlikeable, but by the end she was a real person doing her best with real problems. She even had her own sense of humor. Lane was a bit of a know it all who needed to come down a peg, but he was nice in a girly sort of way. I hated Tess (fictional one!) so much I tried to kill her off, but don't you know she forced herself back into the story!

Wanna know makes me cry even harder? I spent six months on this labor of love which I poured blood, sweat and tears into. If I'm lucky, it will net one third of what I'll be paid per 22 page script if I get a job as a writer on a TV show. And writing screenplays means writing dialogue, which is my favorite to write, next to action. Oh, and guess what else you write with screenplays? Um, action. So, basically, it would kick ass. So, actually, I probably won't be crying if I get a job as a writer on a TV show. But if I don't, then I will be.

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When it rains, it pours.

Comic-Con pictures I forgot to include in the last post are included below the cut. I included the one with me and Joss Whedon. It's probably not the best picture I ever took, but, hey, it could've been worse. I mean, just look at all of my other pictures, right? Ha ha ha.





Here I am getting eaten by a bear.



Here I am foiling a picture seller's attempt to sell me a picture by asking him to take my picture with Paul. Mwuah ha ha ha!.



Here I am with Batgirl. The time and energy people put into costumes astounds me. I like me some costumes, but mine are more like, "What can I accomplish with $50 and little or no craft ability?" Crazy.



Here I am with Joss Whedon. Looking at this picture, I realize I have the tendency to put my arm on the shoulder of whoever I'm taking pictures with. I don't know why. Is it because I have a subconscious desire to emphasize my height or is it just because I'm an awkward human being has no idea where a "safe" place to put arms is. (the latter)