I hate those days when you wake with a headache and it stays with you until you go to bed. That was yesterday and no matter how many pills I took, the headache lingered. I spent some time getting my “Dead Rock Star” campaign together and going through the Writers’ and Artists’ Yearbook finding publishers and agents. There aren’t that many publishers accepting unsolicited manuscripts, so I am approaching more agents. Of course, I could send out introductory letters trying to drum up some interest, but the way things are reading, getting an agent is the way in. So I have prepared seven folders to go out. Each folder is tailor-made for each agent/publisher with an introductory letter, synopsis, brief biog and the various amount of pages requested by each approachee. Some want the first three chapters, some want four, some want 30 pages, some want 50 pages, etc. So each folder is individual and personalised.
Of course, I am a dummy and I forgot to order any envelopes the other day and so I have these yellow folders cluttering up my room. Another delay in the campaign. Ho hum. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I am more likely to pass a solid gold bicycle from my bottom than get this book published, but you have to try. And believe me, I am very trying.
Yesterday evening, did some recording with the new guitar. The piece isn’t finished yet and is more just a way of me getting used to the new instrument and ease myself back into the creative process of soloing. When I am returning to recording after a long period, I often just put down a simple chord sequence and do my best to solo/improvise over the top of it. For me, this is a way of loosening myself up and it helps me re-learn my guitar neck. Sometimes a good performances presents itseelf like it did last night. On the third pass, I came up with this very workable solo. However, for the piece to now work, I need to re-record the bass and possible the rhythm guitars to fit with the new solo. This is how I work…a series of happy accidents…broad strokes…refinements…smudges and smears…blowing the dust from the canvas…a final touch and…viola…there is music!
In the post: nothing. I think the postman is ignoring me. Mind you, I think my new glasses have impressed him. He even made eye contact with me the other day and did the “Alright?” nod of the head that men that don’t know each other too well do to each other to acknowledge the other’s presence.
Talking of the new glasses, I am worrying that they are actually making my eyesight worse. When I don’t wear them, things look even more blurry than they did before. On the good side, my permanently twitching eye seems to have cleared up completely. I think it must have been eye strain that was causing that.
