“One must respect the game”, but when is French Open going to respect Serena?!
All respect to Serena and Venus Williams. They put up with WAAAAY too much nonsense. I… words are failing me here. This makes me angry down to my toes.
Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
Today in “the sentiment is a good one but under the circumstances the punctuation could potentially cause confusion”: just to clarify, the story in question does not, repeat, does not involve a romantic relationship between Sherlock Holmes and HP Lovecraft.
well not with THAT attitude it doesn’t
I mean, if you WANT it to have meant that….there’s always…fanfiction.
Hopefully I snared you with that tantalizing header. Because hip-hip- HOO– I FINISHED MY FIRST FULL BOOK MANUSCRIPT! – RAY!!!
At 75,000 ish goddamn fucking words, “A Boy Named Joy” is a fantasy fiction story set in the modern day about a young black boy named Dontae that dies under mysterious circumstances, though he doesn’t stay dead for long. He does what no living being has ever done before: He convinces Death Themself to try their boney hand at being alive. What follows is what usually happens when a deity becomes mortal: they absolutely fuck it up. (Not to mention they’re now seemingly permantly attached to the hip of this poor back-from-the-dead kid like a particularly lethal puppy, and that brings trouble for them both – of the supernatural and the all-to-natural kind). What will happen! Will Death get a life? Will Dontae discover who killed him and stop them before they can kill again? Will he ever get to go home? (Is Death *flirting* with him? You may look like a 16 year old, but you’re an ageless force of nature you don’t flirt with people. You *happen* to people!)
*jazz hands* And that’s my pitch. Er, sorta. Maybe minus some of the cussing, but anyway. *claps* Would you like to help me get it noticed? Here’s how:
Tomorrow (July 18th) I’m participating in something called PIT2PUB. This is a Twitter hashtag party that happens yearly, where pathetic authorly hopefuls such as myself makes a pitch of their completed manuscript into a tweet, posts it with the tag #Pit2Pub and then any agents/publishers that take an interest will favorite it, which is code for “we wanna see more of this epic badassery”.
But I have a problem. Well, lots really, but this problem specifically has to do with the fact that I am one dang teensy small-fry over on Twitter. With only 18 followers to my pseudonym, I’ll be luck to have anyone see my fantabulous pitches.
That’s where you come in. Tomorrow, from 8am to 8pm, retweet my pitch (it’ll be easily discernable, and remember: don’t favorite it unless you’re a big time agent that wants to help MONEY), get more eyes to see it. I’d say get it trending, but I’m not nearly popular enough for that sort of power play. But a single retweet could be the difference between nothing and getting offers of representation that could lead to a book. A real life, published book! My dream! It would be an insult to everyone with a dream if I got this close and gave up.
So, help a nonbinary gal pal out? I’m even gonna include my official authorly Twitter on this post, which is something I’ve been totally terrified of doing. But that just shows how serious about this I am, dudes! I’m proud of this book. I’m proud that I got this far, and I want to keep going. But I need your help, and luck. Lots and lots and lots and lots of fucking luck.
Please, please, please, I cannot tell you guys how good a writer Pops is enough times, not even remotely closely, but she is and you should check out her stuff and you should help her get her book from off the ground, so please, if you see this, go and help her out by re-tweeting her book proposal!
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