Well, in the last journal entry I spent a tedious amount of time writing about all of the things I was going to do now that I'd finished Jacob's Abyss. I had a crisis of confidence about my various drafts of the agent query letter I've written over the weekend. You see, Steph has a great query letter for her novel Dark Talent (and it's a great book, to match). It's to the point. It introduces the character, her situation, the problem she faces, and what she's going to have to do to overcome it. All in one sparkly paragraph. My query letter rambles on for half-a-page about the characters and plot. I want a query letter like Steph's! So I wrote several more drafts, and now I can't tell which of them is best, and I no longer know good from bad.

This morning we headed out to the coffee shop to write, but when we got there, the usual music was playing, everything was the same, and all I could think was "I write Jacob's Abyss here. I've always written Jacob's Abyss here." Only, I can't. It's finished. It's done. Instead, I read through a short story I wrote some months ago, did a couple of line edits, then went to work. I hate being between novels.

On the other hand, I only finished the novel three days ago, so I'm still feeling happy. I like it. When the time comes, I may even be able to write a decent query letter for it.

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Other than that, we had a great weekend. Saturday, we wandered around a wedding shop, and Steph tried on tiaras. I looked at some really cool Victorian-style velvet jackets (out of price range, sadly). We walked in the sun (with occassional rain) in the woods. Sunday, we hung out at home, did a bit of cleaning, obsessed about cover letters, watched Buffy (I'm too embarrassed to admit that watching Buffy last thing at night has given me nightmares), and ate nice food. By contrast, work seems...unfortunate.

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Did I mention I was having a crisis of confidence over the first chapter of my last novel now too? It's either terribly clunky and melodramatic or just fine, depending on when I look at it. Maybe I need to get on with a new novel and stop obsessing about this...