Author Stacey Rourke

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Can't talk, but I can type!!

I have fallen by a formidable foe. An unseen foe that has invaded my body and overcome me. I have been holed up in bed for two days now, throat so sore I can't swallow anything more than liquids. I can't even talk for very long without it hurting. (My husband is trying to hide his enjoyment of that.) But I can type! So here I am!

Right now I have three different parties checking out my work. One publishing house and two literary agents. One of the literary agent's name is Louise, which is my mother's name. I immediately made her swear it wasn't her messing with me. I pointed out that I am taking Tylenol 3 right now and if this was her idea of a practical joke the timing made it downright mean. She swore it wasn't her and didn't laugh or anything, so I believe her. A dear friend of mine recently told me that if you want good things to happen, you have to believe that they will. Well, I do indeed believe good things are headed this way for me and my humble little book. And I am 75% sure that isn't the codeine talking...

On another note, a brilliant local tattoo artist, Lisa Strange, is painting a picture for me based on my book. My goal is to implement it as my cover art. I have seen the sketches and she is an amazing artist. Cannot wait to see the finished product. She is insanely talented! I will post a picture of it here as soon as I get it in my hot little hands.

Well, my medicine head is kicking in pretty good so I will sign off here before I begin describing the polka dotted unicorns flying around in my head...

Tuesday, May 4, 2010


I recieved an email from an agency today that was quite literally 36 pages long. At the top it said they were referring me to their sister company who may or may not be interested, beneath that they said they themselves may or may not be interested and want to see more of my work to decide. Ummm...what?!

It would be nice to be excited about it. I probably would be if my brain didn't hurt from trying to decipher their email. Was that a yes? No? Maybe? No idea. As members of the literary community one would think that they would be a bit better at conveying a message.

I went ahead and sent them my manuscript. I think they wanted it. Again, not completely sure. Whatever the case maybe this seems to be a Yeay-ish type moment.