My Life in Hell: Hell, I Have No Title

The pitbull wants to play and won’t stop biting me! OUCH! That hurts you little shit! I tweeted this one day: Dearest little pitbull puppy, I understand that you think my hand is a chew toy, and I’m cool with that, but my elbow is definitely NOT a chew toy! OUCH!

This evening it was my wrist. I’ve come to the conclusion that my hand is like a pacifier for him. Crazy dog. He’s not really even a puppy anymore, being two and a half now.

He’s hunting a grasshopper right now, with his head leaning over the edge of the futon. Yes, I have a futon on my patio.

I started to write a blog post yesterday, something along the lines of Father’s Day, but it went south really fast. Might have something to do with the fact that I don’t have a dad. Not due to death; more like abandonment and disownment. He’s disowned me twice and I’ve disowned him once, which will be the last time. Long story if you don’t know me personally, but it happened about three years ago during the last family feud. Yeah, that was fun. So anyway, that one isn’t getting posted, and I’m going to stop talking about it right now before it heads south again. Of course, being that this is my life in hell, it would fit. haha

The beginning of last week denoted the week from Hell for me, literally, until a bunch of little Twitter birds saved me from my breakdown and kept me in connection with the world. I can’t even begin to thank them enough. The love and friendship overwhelmed me, and it was totally unexpected, especially since I only know one of them in real life (actually two, as they are a couple). I shall call them my Twitter saviors (hey, there’s my title). You guys have no idea what you’ve done for me, but know this: when you are in need, I will help you if I can, however I can. I am always true to my word. And I’m going to stop talking about this before I start crying again. That’s how deeply it affected me.

Now, if I could just find a job. Yes, Heather, I’m calling on Tuesday!

I just found out today that my little brother isn’t doing so good, either, and he and his girlfriend just bought a house in Colorado not too long ago. I have to say, though, that I overheard my mother say something to him that kind of irked me. She said (and I’m paraphrasing here), “See, you tried to get ahead in life and it didn’t work.” This was in the context of jobs and you know, having a sense of ownership. I love my mother dearly, I really do, but if you guys ever wonder why I’m so damn pessimistic, it runs in my family. I try really hard to be optimistic, and let me tell you, it’s a lot of work for this girl. So here’s something optimistic for you…

One really cool thing did happen to me Monday on Twitter. Jessica Faust and Kim Lionetti from BookEnds, LLC literary agency started a Twitter pitch contest Monday that will run for the week. They’re calling it “Twitch Week!” Awesome idea and Jessica picked mine for Dusk of Death! WOOT! She also apparently liked my Twitter name. =) Now here’s hoping I get picked at the end of the week!

Here’s the pitch I threw out there: Demons, detectives, and a forensic scientist who has fallen from Hell. Hell wants her back. Let the demon hunt begin.

Yeah, so the week ended on a good note. Those are my kind of weeks! Now I’m off to rewrite an article and finish some edits on Dusk of Death. And I’ll get back to querying Nemesis tomorrow, since I found some more agents. Kim Lionetti was one of them, I believe. Oh wait, I already queried her the other day. She hasn’t answered yet. Four rejections and counting, peeps. The bigger that number gets, the closer I am, right? I have a pitch ready for Nemesis, too. Wanna see?

Nemesis hates men, so of course her boss Clancy is hot. If he turns out to be Prince Charming, Nemy’s gonna have to punch him.

And I’m out. Peace.