My novel manuscript is in the hands of two publishers right now. I’m hoping, hoping, hoping…

BUT: Today I accidentally emailed a note, which was intended for my mom, to the editor at one of the publishers. It was actually about my book, and the prospects of getting it published.

I feel like such an idiot. I had looked up the editor’s name, and then jumped back to the note but typed it not into the body, but the TO field.

Then I absently finished the note and sent it on to HIM, instead of MOM.

I wrote a very professional apology, but I really, really hope he didn’t think I was trying to pressure him to pub my novel. I feel utterly stupid and clueless (go ahead, say it).

Ugh. I want to be a novelist more than any other job I can think of, except maybe a gynecologist that only works on supermodels. Or maybe an exorcist. That sounds cool. But really, if I could make a living as a novelist, I’d be the happiest self-employed loser on the planet.

If the book is good, then whatever you did shouldn’t matter (one way or the other) and they’ve probably tried worse from hopeful novelist and you actually explained/apologized.
You’re good.

I once told a colleague how fucking useless a major hardware manufacturers pr rep was… and CC’ed the mail to that rep. I wasn’t wrong, but there was nothing gained by telling her to her face, so much apologizing were done by me.

Earthquakes should be prohibited between midnight and 6AM (yawn). Don’t know where the epicenter was, but it was just strong enough to wake me up. Happened at 4AM PDT. Hmm, says it was a 4.4 so the epicenter must be near me.

It was near Pico Rivera & Whittier Narrows etc.

One huge jolt here, enough to knock my sheets off me. That was pretty bizarre.

Felt it here too. Ugh.

I lost my 4 years old daughter in subway train on our way to the kindergarten. I would not say that it was interesting, though, but HORRIFYING!!!1…

How could that happen? I turned around, saw the train doors shut, saw the face of my daughter behind the window, saw in her eyes and then she was gone… urgh, like somebody had hit me really hard in my stomach. (I would have felt like Ethan Mars, except I had this adventure before I started playing Heavy Rain)…

When we left the train, I could not take my daughters hand, because I had her bike in one hand, and my notebook case in my other hand… so when we left, she was behind me, but as I left the train, she was a bit too slow and the doors closed mercilessly…

good thing was, that we have SOS phone booths at train stations/train stops… so I called the central station, and they contacted the driver… The driver called me back on my cell phone and asked for a description of my daughter. After a while he called back and told me that she left with a customer. urgh!

Lucky, the customer was a nice woman and she waited with my daughter at the next train stop/station… The central station called me, where I could pick her up…

In some hellish parallel universe, I could have lost my daughter forever. The whole events took place between 830-840 AM. So the nightmare was over pretty soon…

My daughter did not want to take the train for a couple of days, poor kid.

Newbrof…holy shit that is scary. Glad it turned out ok-truly frightening for a parent.

On another note, Redondo Beach…we slept through the quake…

Jesus Chris Newbrof!

Really glad everything worked out.

was a small jolt for us, just enough to wake us up, i can deal with those type of earthquakes no problem.

Holy shit dude!

Wait, newbrof isn’t 12? And he has a daughter?

Man. And I thought I didn’t like him before.

Unlike Ethan, you didn’t just rely on pressing X to Jason.

Scary stuff there Newbrof. We have talked to both our daughters (4,5 and 7 yrs old) about what do if when something like this happens, but it is still scary as hell and i hope it never happens to us. Glad it worked out so well all things considered.

it was like the scene in Matchball (Woody Allen), where the ball hits the net and it is not clear where the ball will drop…

Damn. that would be frightening newbrof. Glad it worked out OK.

Oh wait…that wasn’t a dream?!? I now remember dreaming an earthquake, transitioning to waking up, the house was shaking rather strongly, but it subsided very quickly, followed by me falling asleep again in two seconds (it may have been one second). I didn’t remember it at all until I read this thread.

No, the epicenter was near me - 5-6 miles away to the south, so probably around 15 miles in a direct line to you.

note on the earthquakes. Somehow unrelated, but maybe not. Earthquakes remind me of the book by Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey. The book describes an incident where 5 people die because of an collapsing bridge. The collapse was witnessed by Brother Juniper, a monk. He is investigating the life of the 5 people, trying to understand why those 5 people had to die. Something like that. I thought the bridge collapsed due to an earthquake, but reading the wikipedia synopsis, it was not caused by that… just a terrible, random event. Like dying through an earthquake…

I watched last Friday’s 20/20 featuring Supertanker’s family last night, and I may have teared up a time or seven. I sure hope things work out well for the girls; they’re very lucky to have awesome parents like you two.

Greetings from behind the Great Firewall of China!

I am so jetlagged… it’s 6:30am local time, and I’m out of bed.

Oh, and I can’t access Facebook. WTF