Desert Choreography ~ by Marsel van Oosten
Outstanding!
So here I am. I’ve been writing a novel since jan ‘10, it’s done, and i want to publish. 6 weeks ago, i queried 13 agents. 6 said no, the othe 7 haven’t replied yet. Now, i understand this is still in the good limits of waiting, but 3 of the non-responsive agents clearly state that they will contact you within at most 2 weeks, which ever way they want to go.
I am NOT a very patient woman. My brother told me that there is a very fine line between obsession and passion and that i’m walking on that very fine line.
I have a vision, and I have a dream, a dream i CANNOT and WILL not give up on. My ultimate would be to become a director/screenwriter/producer. Being of this ambition, i decided to e publish. Which would be the perfect choice; if i lived in the UK or the USA. I don’t. I live in South Africa. Do you know what that means? They will take 30% for tax in THEIR country, and then MY country will take another 30 - 40%, depending on how well i’m doing.
Although i have several back up plans, for now, i’m going to stick to the agent option, seeing as there are A LOT of small, iritating jobs you’d have to do when you want to self publish…
I HATE YOUR GUTS TUMBLR!!!!!! I JUST WROTE MY FIRST SERIOUS BLOG, AND WHEN I WANTED TO POST IT, AN ERROR OCCURED!!!
Like the rest of human life, fear is one of those precarious, abstract emotion. One can easily manipulate your way into someone’s head with fear, because they fear the mere feeling of it. Where as, if you threaten to take away someone’s joy… well; we’re all so used to that it’s not a very grim thought.
It’s interesting then that most of us, if not all, are driven by our fears, and we all have a very many of these. Why do you work? because you fear that you won’t have enough money, and you will starve and die. Why do you shower or bath? Because you don’t want to be unhygenic. Being unhygenic could make you sick, and you could die. Why do you buy ‘safe’ and expensive cars? because you are afraid that you might crash and you could die. Why do you live in a house? because you’re afraid it will start raining, and you’ll be wet and get sick or get struck by lightning, and die. Why do you put on sunscreen when you walk out into the sun? Because you’re afraid that you will burn and get cancer, and you will die.
That must be the biggest fear then, isn’t it? death, in all its grimly shadows of the unknown is the one thing we as humans can’t control.
And that frightens us to death(no pun intended), because we love to be in control. But that’s the very definition of fear, isn’t it? You lose control over a situation, and you have no idea how it will end. We don’t like not knowing how something will end.
That’s the scary thing about relationships, isn’t it? Most of us fear the possibility that we will have to walk alone through this world without a companion, but at the same time, EVERYONE fears something else. We fear the moment when we find someone…
but it’s not the right one. And you pour your entire soul into this being when you think it’s the one, and when it turns out not to be, you have nothing to show for it.
Humans are selfish. the one who cares the least, has the upper hand in the end.
Fear isn’t always a bad thing, though. Could you imagine a world where no one showered, no one lived under a roof, no one drove a car, no one going out in the sun, and no single couple? I can’t.
The bigger a dream is, the bigger is the fear of losing it. But if you didn’t have the fear of losing your dream, it won’t be as precious to you as it is when it’s at the greatest risk of being lost.
come away, O human child
to the waters of the wild
with a fairy hand in hand
for the world is more full of weeping than you could understand.
Well. You know that feeling in you stomach when you were expecting something to happen and it doesn’t? That feeling like moulting lava rushing through your veins and spills through your eyes? And that moment when you realise that your the only one to blame for expecting it.
That’s the thing with expectations, isn’t it?
Their only yours.
No one has any obligation to live up to your expectations. Though I must say it would be fantastic if people could wear a label on their head that says : ’ will be disapointing you shortly, ‘cos, you know, your not as important to me as I pretend when your in my face.’
that would be grand, wouldn’t it? Perhaps i could invent some kind of device that’s plugged into your head, or maybe that reads ones head. Like an electromagnetic wave detecter.
Yes; i can see it now. It will have a little LCD screen stuck to your head that displays tiny messages, like, say you and someone make a date of sorts, and the person say :’ oh yes, i would love that, just tell me when and then i’ll be there.’ when in actual fact, their thinking : ‘F you, dumbass! i’d rather roll around in dung than hang out with you.’
So it will help us all when the latter is displayed on the screen so that we will know what someone actually feels about oneself. That would spare so much drama for everyone! Not to mention heartache.
OR, we can just lower our expectations (perhaps stop them completely) and expect (Ironic, isn’t it?) the worst in everyone.
It kind of feels like a dubble bluff, saying it like that, doesn’t it.
Fun times.
I get shocked more and more each day with the explicitness of socialnetworking users!
From every 10 messages i receive, atleast 7 would be some old perve asking me to marry him or worse. Really? are you that lonely and pathetic?
But not just that. People might not realise this, but this too is a form of harassment and i’m getting sick and tired of this and i’ve decided i will not stand for it. One by one i’m reporting these men and hoping something will be done about it. Yes, i’m aware that might be wishfulthinking, but you can’t say i didn’t try.
Yes, no one wants to get their hands dirty, but these men are bothering us, and if we don’t do something about it, they will just keep doing that to other woman!
Anyway, i never read posts like this, but i’m really irratated at the moment.



