Meep?

I got a seventh rejection letter today. However, this one wasn't even a ltter so much as a note written on my letter. I don't know if I have the right to be annoyed about that or not.

I think the next step is to either start selling Nocturnal Melee as a different genre when I send the letters out (urban fantasy) or go straight to the publishers instead. There's always the option of independent press too, but...I'd just rather not.

I went to a thesis defense today, and was floored by the depth and articulateness in the writing. And the girl already has two agents on the top of it. Amazing. It ALMOST makes me want to write a full-blown memoir. ALMOST. But my life isn't nearly as remarkable. "Confessions of a game-junkie"? No thanks.

The Suits as an official project is off to a damn good start. I'm not sure how I want to style it though, so I don't think it flows as nicely as it could. But I'm up to the part where I think I want to introduce "The Vagrant" who is the God fo Death, and I think he's actually going to end up as comic relief. Weird. He's also very popular among women, and I may play on this...and I may end up adding new gods in the form of ALL of the aces (and potentially all of the face cards, if need be). He's still the Ace of Spades. Death. But a happy, drunkard, partying Death.

I think he's going to be rather fun to write.