You have got to be kidding me! March 29, 2008

I just finished reading “Bitter is the New Black” it was ok, but that’s not the point. The point is that Jen Lancaster got a book contract WITHOUT HAVING WRITTEN AN ACTUAL BOOK!!!

I HATE HER!!!!!!!!!

She lost her job and couldn’t get another one and she started blogging and then… AND THEN A LITERARY AGENT CONTACTED HER!!! (I’m really going to try to stop yelling at you now) *deep breath* a literary agent contacted her and told her that he/she (I can’t remember) would be interested in representing her if she were to write a book. Yes, that’s right, she hadn’t written the book, any book yet! AND SHE *sigh* And she had a contract with a publisher before the book was finished!!!!!

I’m jealous to the point of violating the tenth commandment. That’s right, I’m coveting (That may also be one of the seven deadly sins, I’ve never been entirely sure what those were. Maybe I should have seen that Brad Pitt movie. Mmmmm… Brad Pitt… No. Focus!) I don’t covet any of her servants (well, maybe I do, if she has a maid) or her ox or her ass but I really, REALLY covet her book contract.

I’ve written a book, I’ve sent queries to every agent ever. I’ve revised my book and my query letter and resent them to every agent ever. Nothing.

Apparently I need to blog more often.

P.S. I don’t really hate Jen Lancaster. I’m sure she’s a very nice person (actually having read her book I’m not at all sure of that but she seems to have a delightfully sarcastic personality and I think we could get along very well).

P.P.S. I haven’t actually sent queries to every agent ever (but some days it feels like it.)

Introductions March 24, 2008

My name is not Alison. Actually, it is Alison, but that’s not how I spell it (obviously I don’t go to great lengths to discourage cyber-stalkers but I’ll make an attempt). And unfortunately this is not what I look like:

My husband’s name is not Sean, actually it is Sean but that’s not how he spells it, and unfortunately this is not what he looks like:

We have one daughter who I’ll be referring to as the Princess (her name is not Princess, it’s not anything like Princess, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t even mean Princess) and she does look like this:

She’s the one on the left.

And we have three sons.

The Pea, whose purpose in life seems to be to irritate the Princess, looks like this:

And the Irish twins (who may not really be considered Irish twins, being a year and a half apart) look like this:

Irish1.

And this:

Irish2.

So that’s the fam.

In addition to all this I work full time in the operating room at the local children’s hospital.

I was born and raised in Springfield Virginia where my name may or may not have been Alison, Allison, Alyson, Allyson, Alycen (trust me I’ve seen it) or Allycen Jones. (Try looking that one up cyber-stalker.) After graduating from high school I moved to the state I live in now (which I’m sure I’ll mention at some point but I’m not going to make it too easy) and here I still am.

So come early, stay late, and comment ’til your heart’s content. That’s why I’m writing this here and not in a diary after all.

Note: All previous blogs were imported from another website. Holly Allison Jones Flannery